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loves just an excuse to get hurt. and how many obstacles can you take anyway. its all a bit shit really. a bit hopeless and pointless but worth it at the same time. i hope so anyway. blaaaah. i think too much. i dont know when to press stop. emotions are stupid. and pointless and not real. fed up of stuff being so hard the whole fucking time. i want to do something fun. melodramatic mood. just a bit fed up and want shit stuff to be over so things can be good again. i love donut peaches. and why havent my cat power tickets come yet. i want some white wine.