Tati

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I wish I was pretty. And skinny. And intelligent. And funny. And kind. So that my opinion could matter to people and I could use my conventional power to spread dopamine.
Because even if you’re beautiful and socially anxious, there is at least confidence in your looks to back you up while you overcome it.

I’m taking this way too seriously. But this character setup is trash. My skill set too. Constantly dying.
I’m not hungry. I’m not.