I couldn’t actually imagine being this stupid. Like, genuinely. I couldn’t imagine having to look back on my mistakes and the thinking about them. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t even imagine it. Why would you stay up all night thinking about everything you’ve done wrong in your life? Why would you do that? For what reason? Because you’re a horrible person? I’m glad I’m not stupid enough to make stupid mistakes. Why would I even make a mistake? I’m perfect! I’d never make a mistake in my life? Never! Not once! I’ve never once made one mistake! Never! I couldn’t even imagine making one. Wondering how it could feel. I couldn’t imagine sitting in my bed, alone reviewing all the mistakes I’ve made over the day! Never. Not once.
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