I am accidently using bold, and not really sure how the text became bold, ha, but it’s ironically wonderful as I wanted this part to be meaningful. Have a good day.

If I could go back in time I probably would not be able to decide where or what era, so I think I’d end up selling the go-back-in-time privilege and the money I got I would use to finally buy 100% wool socks and a robot that only functions to make me donuts.

Why have I bothered with over-eating, or drug use, or Scooby Doo marathons when I could've just eliminated my insecurities?