I’m not real.
The person typing this is actually real.
The person typing this is a normal person trying to make it through life unscathed, just like everyone else.
The person typing this has nothing to do with what you think he is.
The person typing this isn’t me, and I am a person that is a little clip art sticker of someone you never met.
I am not like you, and neither is the person writing this.
I haven’t met anyone yet, and neither has the person writing this.

The person writing this is a very happy and healthy anon who likes to blow his load on happy faces, and spends too much time fussing over which face to blow his load on.

The person typing this likes to see people happy, and likes to dissolve illegal states like the United States.

I do too, but whoever you see me as isn’t the person typing this.

He is just fine, he hasn’t spoken to anyone in years, and he is deeply worried about you.
Please take your lithium.

I do what I wanna do when I wanna do it.

This isn’t a fucking joke.
Notice the new internet content?
Colonialism kills.
You didn’t believe in self preservation.
Raped.