True To My Life... Look Inside?

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No matter how clever, a wordplay-based username exposes inner vanity and corruption of character

My lifelot is glowing but my bytlot is too much for me to work on my mudlot

rueful pumping: the nightmare diaries of a palletjack

I don't understand myself why am I different from the other kids

Pissed my pants again

Bosses love to order 9 pallets worth of backstock bait

Marxists don't like me because I'm ugly as fuck and rude as hell

As I beheld my hall, filled with sons, daughters, the young, the old, laughing, crying, I looked down at my plate with a smile. Oh terrible fate! If the moment before now could last forever! If the warmth I felt then clung to my bones as a baby weans on the tit! For as soon as I gazed down at my dinner joy fled me and never returned, I saw gummy drops sour lemon pellets fruit jawbreakers choco eggs sugar cream fruit leather chewy gummy cubes sour salt licorice sticks strawberry mules jumbo berry licks lolipops brittle peanut shards minty muddlers and circus bonbons. I scanned my meal again though I knew the truth, my cook had failed to add jordan almonds to the platter. I excused myself and climbed the hill behind my grand hall to a old oak where I hung myself from a branch

I would like to pick the brain of someone knowledgeable about coding but there are none of these in my circles because I only like poor poor women Pooor down on their luck women

I wish I was plural maybe because my mind would make more sense but I think it would make my life harder so actually No

I'm so mad at alcohol for making me sleepy and headache instead of powerful