I do not know why god hates me. But I'm sure TOP's existence is to punish my soul.

Touching himself... Ugh.

; A ;

I cannot.

I CAN NOT.

I CANNNN NNNNNOTTTT.

I don't understand your existence lemme have yooouuuu.

Fixing his lashes like he's not torturing my soul.

Ugh, turtle neck sweaters and a suit coat.

And of course... your face. I hate your face,

I hate you.

I hate that plant.

Ugh

YOUR PRETTINESS IS HURTING MEEEEE.

/lies on the floor and never recovers

I see TOYS FOR ADULTS.

TOYS FOR ADULTS WITH TOP ON THE COVERRRR. /squints eyes

/dies