I like to pretend to be the daft one in the group, to be seen as an idiot even though I’m not really one. Without blowing my own trumpet, I reckon I’m extremely socially intelligent; I know how to lie perfectly and manipulate people like puppets. All my moves are calculated, and I can sense people’s feelings through a glance, their words, a gesture… I’ve made friends, but deep down I hope they’ll suffer; it’s so selfish and so mean of me, but I’ll quote Jean-Paul Sartre: ‘Hell is other people.’ Deep down, he was never wrong; each of us prefers to be on our own. My life has been chaotic; I used to watch gore and porn on a loop when I was younger, and it brutalised me so much and left me shattered inside. My sense of humour is dark and I come across as cold; I’ve never had many friends. Today, I don’t think I’m like other people. [This message is completely anonymous and the user’s connection is end-to-end encrypted]
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