When there isn't any thing left to say about things that haven't happened to people I don't throw things at, I find myself questioning the integrity of the past relationships that I have developed with oatmeal. And whay people keep fucking that up?...I'll never know.
However one cannot assume that his friends online are responsive. They are only pictures splayed across the computer screeen in a manner that can only be defined by the likes of individuals who see past the things they don't know about that hasn't happened to people that aren't there for the animals that have not been born in an environment that doesn't exist yesterday. These folks should not pretend ,in a fictional sense, that they have developed some kind of caring sense of this other individual that they, indeed, do not care about at all.
Depressing, but completely dead on. Go eat a bowl of FUCK! Grandma!!
