Twitter is my fan fiction

Its a true thing.

I’m not called Dick or Marcs or nothing even close.

I don’t live or have ever been in America.

I’m not a stand up comic.

I’m just a guy with a internet connection.

I can make my friends laugh.

I’m just a guy, bloke, man in his thirties having a “why” moment at life.

Why didn’t I do the things I thought I would do.

Why didn’t I do that?

Why did I do that?

If anyone ever reads this.

You can do what ever you want.

Believe.

In.

Yourself.

Or just tell me to fuck off.

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