I like to imagine that I’m some guy in your high school. Standing by the lockers, casually talking. We’re in the same grade. And all people can do is whisper and gossip that He’s a bad person! He’s evil! without ever saying my name. I’m just a guy in your high school, what’s wrong?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Do I happen to wear a leather jacket and chainsmoke IRL? Just a coincidence.

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