I want to punch something, like really bad, but I don't even have the energy to move, I can see myself throwing a hook at the wall and it hurts, but a good type of hurt, the type that reminds you that you are real
just try to smoke me out, Ill find a way
its fucking hot 2
I'm so full of hate but I cant do anything about it, I'm just so angry at everything without a clear reason. But I'll keep it to myself and express it in words because I wont fall to that level, I wont do what they're trying to make me do.
I used to make jokes at my own expense or through humiliating myself and I'm wondering if I was a masochist, if I liked to make people laugh that much, or if I just hated myself
are you listing, gao? those were the best 5 months of my life, I think that was it, the magnum opus of my lifespan, the most I'll ever amount to in terms of happiness. That was my life, open and shut, now I feel like I'm milking it, all good shows should know when to end.
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