filled with immense amounts of malcontent. got nothing. got no one(down here). frustrated. surrounded by bible thumpers.(they were all around me arguing about baptism or some shit) i find myself haveing more fun reading peoples rants, raves, and contumplations than actually haveing a conversation. i wish i had a voice in my head to keep me entertained. im getting one day off before my vacation on the 23rd but i would rather work because i do nothing on my weekends. not happy here. not happy there but i had people to be unhappy with. the only reson im here is i got a decent paying job. but does money buy happyness. im happier when i have it then when i dont. FUCK. been reading alot about serial killers and relateing alot. confusion. dont really like the drugs but the drugs like me. wish i had a bowl but i dont smoke pot. the only thing that seems authentic is pain..... merry christmas.
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~Nightmares~