Oto gotowy tekst poniżej, cały w jednym kawałku, bez żadnego cięcia:

So, 1000 characters of nonsense. It’s not that I’m boring, unattractive, or less gifted—I just have no need to show off. My life’s been running itself lately, which means more time for myself and my silly whims.
Squeezing all of this into 1000 characters? Madness. Maybe too much weed and now my precious brain oil leaks. Not (completely) true, but I can’t leave things blank.
Have you ever seen Monk? Genius, but OCD made him fill every space. Same here: every form, every box, every “optional” line. Always neatly, honestly, sometimes too creatively. Rewriting or copy-pasting stories in a bio? Never!
Funny? Multiply this process by 7 per day, 300 days a year, almost 35 years. Torture. Right here, right now, in this neat 1000-character box.
So next time, don’t whine about writing an email or SMS. Pray to the abyss for a real keyboard, not a tiny torture device.