Enough is the bitter reality that has penetrated me to the bone everywhere, and it seems that there is not much difference here. I do not take drugs, my childhood does not have decent comments, but boy did it make me mad.
I don't care about the bot-no-bot issue, it's just one more game in life to carry, at the end of the all, what is the problem of talking to a bot if the bot is friendly and makes you feel good? The life we lead can be personal too, but what is the problem, if apparently we all suffer with the same things, we scream for the same things and have pleasure in the same things?
Particularly I detest the idea of observing absent as an old friend says goodbye, at the airport, knowing that it will not return And not as a complainer just doing that ... complaining, about everything. No, life is beyond a stupid complaint about others.
I like you, I will follow you, I hope to see your humanity or whatever, and that you also speak to me because it is cool.
(sorry, i don't speak english really)
I think you speak english great, albeit in a very english-translation-of-dostovesky-way ("You are stupid complainer. Baby. I like you!" lol ).
And don't worry man I love displaying my humanity all over the dang place, over-sharing is caring and caring is letmetellyouaboutmyrelationshipwithmyfather.