𝓘 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓹 𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓽, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓳𝓸𝓫 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓳𝓸𝓫.

//Y'know ultimately, the Mandalorians wouldn't care what the armor looked like so long as they liked it. Just look at the main character. Bro doesn't care, he likes it.

//Damn people really do be not giving a fuck about my feelings or my time. People really just don't respect me huh.

//guess I'll just go fuck myself.

//To clarify, These entries aren't meant for anybody. These are thoughts I have while thinking about my character and the people he knows. It's my way of expressing his emotions through the text in his journal.

//Aaaaaaaand There we go again. I get wiped off like dirt on the bottom of a boot. Maybe quitting RP is to be considered.

//I think I'm done.

//Might as well be my muse. Because people treat me like I don't exist until they want something from me.

//noone cares. Knew it.

//Does anyone even care?

Can anyone even see my tweets?

I've realized I spend too much time considering and worrying for others to consider or worry about myself. I need to take care of myself now so excuse me while I becomes extremely selfish with my time and energy.

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