I'm unhappy 'cause I have to go to the doctor's. Again. Three days in a row, that's gotta be some kind of fucking record.
Plus, I'm also unhappy because Ice won't tell me more about my imaginary friend. Shame on you.
"There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of either merit or sense." Elizabeth Bennet
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