“I was written by a man.” “I was written by a woman.” That’s cute. I was written by Kafka. My life is a horrific labyrinth of confusion, misfortune, existential dread, and chronic self-loathing.
first it was girls’ locker rooms vs boys’ locker rooms then it was the feminine urge to vs the masculine urge to now it’s girl dinner vs boy dinner when will it end when will we escape i feel like maybe some of you guys dont even want to escape doesnt anyone else want to escape
