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I say weird things. They don't make sense a lot, but they make sense to me. And then they don't. THAT doesn't make sense, does it? My life doesn't make sense. God.
The other day I remember saying something about someone nambed Beckett. I don't really know who they are, but I do. Again, that doesn't make sense. I know little things about him, like that he doesn't like quiet or that he is a "he".
What's a "he" btw? Gender concepts are a bit strange. Why do people refer to others with "he" or "she" or "they?"
Another thing I don't know. This is getting frustrating.
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