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it's just not something you can put flowers on tomake it smell pretty, or anything else.
he's giving himself to the jars, he's killing himself into the jars
i am so lonely.
if the words aren't random, why do you seem so empty?
i need a cigarette.
the wind is blowing rather hard outside my entire life has been wrecked and altered once again in the space of about two seconds.
did einstein ever have a theory for this ?
SHUT UP YOU FUCKING WEAK MORON CHILD. I HATE YOU AND DESPISE THE FACT THAT YOU MADE ME THIS WAY.
for some reason i feel rather empty and desperate. maybe that's just the withdrawal talking/
small children crying constantly
the smell of bacon fat in a frying pan
a hangnail on my index finger
the loss of ability
worries about money and sex
never looking good enough
feeling trapped and unable to breathe
the inescapable fear and self loathing of existence
wondering if whining makes it better
the longing for escape
sedation
comformity
isolation
domestication
immaturity
childishness
forgetfulness
procrastination
inability
lack
lack
lack
hate
fear
persecution
longing
prayer to nonexistant entities
helplessness
awkwardness
bigotry
sadness
meandering
lingering
suffering of being pathetic
"that there...that's not me..." - radiohead " how to disappear completely "
wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
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no, no-one told me. what kind of truck?
(whyisthishappeningtomethisisn'tsupposedtohappentomeiamagoodperson)
today is the day she is no longer going to be with him. tomorrow is when she will go back to being with him.
i am alone in this ?
blood guts fingers and toes