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I Arty Botch of sound mind
People at work do nothing but bring me down. To be honest, people have been picking on me since the first day at camp. People tend to kick me in the back as if consent is always implied. My whole life everyone's been stepping on me. I feel so burned right now. Everytime I get one of those fat guy jokes it takes three weeks to heal. When you're fat people always notice. In response, our skin tends to become much more porous.
On my subway commute to work this morning this guy said he was a magician and wanted to show me, then made off with my wallet. After I learned it was a trick it was too late, he was off the train and we had already pulled off to the next station. The shock of seeing this jolted through my body. Everyone inside the subway car laughed at me which made me all the more uncomfortable.
It was like being burned alive from within. I need to find the most painful way to be executed. No way! Forget I said that. I dread fracture noizes. Anything will do right now as long as I don't feel it when the lights go out. I would ask Phil to behead me but deep down I know it wouldnt' be a nice clean break. Death just seems so appropriate right now and there's only one way to get there.
P.S. Behold! The world's tiniest man.
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