Reaching comment limit means it's time for bed after a rotten day. Good night, everyone.

Thank you for that.

Goodnight! And things will get better I promise

This is a bs platitude. Your heart isn't purpose.

This is exactly what I've needed to see after these past months. Thank you

So many cry babies on this site. Cry. Cry. Cry. Boo hoo for me

I needed that

No we're not. Life is arbitrary like everything else. Stop spreading lies.

I had sex with my own personal email address and I am not sure what to expect on the same as the starter bacteria and you will have to forgive me.