I don't know if I'll ever get the kind of things I have wanted all along.
I miss moments I never actually lived & things I never really had because I have been let down. I'm not aware of the emptiness, until the moment it hits and is felt.
And then I carry on as if it was nothing
"Bi? Me!? Having that sort of interest for other maidens!? How preposterous! What kind of daft numbskull even spreads such rubbish about me?"
Why is he so obsessed with looking for problems and picking fights with others who are just minding their own business?
Always looking for attention, praise, distractions or scapegoats, anything for his ego, it's pathetic.
Made a reply and it got liked in mere seconds. This is probably a record.
The fastest like in the west
I didn't feel like counting myself, so I made a C code to display the numbers then ctrl+f searched for the number of times 1 appears.
The answer is 140




























