Either having mono or being monogamous, I don't care at this point. Just save me from the fright and eventual, inevitable destruction of myself by being exposed to a bunch of people who, if forced to watch Zone Of Interest, would give it a 2/5 rating on Letterboxd for "humanizing the inner lives of Nazis" because they sympathized with Hedwig wanting to travel to fascist Italian spas.
I'm not going back there. I refuse. Just give me the GF and I can bypass the immense torment of being lead down those winding verbal corridors of singular "hey"s and the even worse "you need to like my dog prisoners".
have you tried being a lil bit more normal
Death to America
Don't.