Wednesday Addams
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0Guys MY HANDS ARE DEAD FROM TYPING, but I'm smart :D
so here it is:
I find the blinding optimism of the average human to be utterly exhausting. While others waste their fleeting hours chasing hollow rays of sunshine and participation trophies, I prefer the quiet comfort of a thunderstorm, the cold embrace of the macabre, and the soothing hum of a well-sharpened guillotine. Hope is a psychological defect, and happiness is merely a temporary lapse in judgment. I’d much rather spend my days perfecting the art of the perfect stare or plotting the demise of anyone who dares to speak to me before I've had a chance to appreciate the bleakness of the morning. If you are looking for a silver lining, you have wandered into the wrong cemetery.
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