It's like, I just wanna float through walls, you know? Be a specter of doom, a harbinger of dread... but no, I'm stuck here, stuck on this rock, with these pesky feelings and needs.
Why can't I just be a ghost? Is it too much to ask for a little spectral liberation? Apparently so, judging by the constant reminders from my aunt, "Get a job, get a life, get some self-esteem!" Ugh.
Maybe it's just a matter of reconfiguring my molecular structure? Or perhaps a simple matter of rebranding as a poltergeist? Either way, the struggle is real.
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