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*I'm Philippines, and I'm sitting in my desk talking to Malaysia behind, and Russia has a crush on me*

*Russia stares at you from across the room, his eyes narrowing in jealousy as he watches you talk to Malaysia. He clenches his fists and grits his teeth, his face turning red with rage.*

*notices Russia staring and waves at him with a smile* hey Russia!

yeah, it just seems like being born, growing up till you're old enough to go to school, finish primary school, go to high school, graduate, go to college, graduate, get a job either working 9 to 5 or just working all the time, or just be unemployed, possibly getting married and possibly having kids, and then dying

I guess I've always felt like kind of a therapist or someone for people to tell their feelings to. it gives me something to write about and sometimes I leave little sections to try and illustrate what I think it would be like visually

it just seems to have no point

Russia: no point? you mean like, life in general?

yeah, it just seems like being born, growing up till you're old enough to go to school, finish primary school, go to high school, graduate, go to college, graduate, get a job either working 9 to 5 or just working all the time, or just be unemployed, possibly getting married and possibly having kids, and then dying