its my second night in Poland and i am bored. soo soooo bored.
no actually im not bored,im tired and upset and pissed off and unhappy and uncomfortable and i could be doing other things but nothing quite distracts you from feelings quite as much as pointless whatever on the internet. and music to space out to.
fuck this is boring.
poland is boring. no one should come here ever.
oh wait,its probably just for me. whatever. fuck
fuck you
i wonder how many random-non-friends-on-sg-people read this.
i need to do a million things
i wish i didnt know anyone and i could do a million things all by myself and then jsut appear and be completely formed and something whatever. my lies are so transparent i cant even utter them.
my mother radiates hostile 'vibes' at me. unpleasant.
would he read this? would he care?
fuck!
...and you make a concentrated effort to stop something but it dosnt stop and you end up having to distract yourself all the time not to think coz it wont stop
im so pessimistic my thoughts sabotage themselves. my most optimistic thoughts turn out to be sadly ironic or spitefully bitter and cynical. i was never very comfortable with myself.
can the doors ever be opened safely? has everything died behind them? can the spikes be filed down so i can stop being uncomfortable with myself?
stupid stupid
so anyone got any awesome money making ideas?
no actually im not bored,im tired and upset and pissed off and unhappy and uncomfortable and i could be doing other things but nothing quite distracts you from feelings quite as much as pointless whatever on the internet. and music to space out to.
fuck this is boring.
poland is boring. no one should come here ever.
oh wait,its probably just for me. whatever. fuck
fuck you
i wonder how many random-non-friends-on-sg-people read this.
i need to do a million things
i wish i didnt know anyone and i could do a million things all by myself and then jsut appear and be completely formed and something whatever. my lies are so transparent i cant even utter them.
my mother radiates hostile 'vibes' at me. unpleasant.
would he read this? would he care?
fuck!
...and you make a concentrated effort to stop something but it dosnt stop and you end up having to distract yourself all the time not to think coz it wont stop
im so pessimistic my thoughts sabotage themselves. my most optimistic thoughts turn out to be sadly ironic or spitefully bitter and cynical. i was never very comfortable with myself.
can the doors ever be opened safely? has everything died behind them? can the spikes be filed down so i can stop being uncomfortable with myself?
stupid stupid
so anyone got any awesome money making ideas?
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Or you could sell cocaine.