I get paranoid about people staring at me. Even now I don't deal with people looking at me. I can't do it sometimes. I can't go out. I don't know how to react when people stare.
I don't think perfect is interesting. I think what makes life exciting is the imperfections.
We had gay burglars the other night. They broke in and rearranged the furniture.
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