There is no such thing as a Stacey or a Norman or a Chad in real life. There are men and women and girls and boys, old and young, hot and average. And then there is us. We are the lowest ranking members of humanity. We are only good for being subjects of mockery and sources for self confidence by normal people. When people look at you, they think: I can't believe there are people who look like that.
We do not belong here. This underground society is an annoyance to the real world. They do not want us to talk and laugh and share stories. They want us to stay in our caves and die alone. Which is all we can do
We do not belong here. This underground society is an annoyance to the real world. They do not want us to talk and laugh and share stories. They want us to stay in our caves and die alone. Which is all we can do
