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God, I feel appalling. Just . . . fucking fucking fuck. Wouldn't it be nice if I could cut myself off from almost everyone without almost everyone asking irritating questions? Just . . . fuck off, would you? She says, on a public fucking space. But frankly, I can't vent properly about this until my journal at the end of the day, and I know that seems an arbitrary rule but it's there for a good reason. I just want to go away. I would go on a walk or something but I know I'd only hate myself for coming back at the end of it.
More to the point, why in fuck are there so many songs I hate on my playlist? Hate or have had enough of, at any rate. How . . . nothing.
More to the point, why in fuck are there so many songs I hate on my playlist? Hate or have had enough of, at any rate. How . . . nothing.