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I like feeling nothing.
I feel the same again. I am so much the same inside it tears me apart, because the outside is different, changed have I not, just been better at hiding. I don't even know what bothers me more. STOP BEING FUCKING VAGUE, YOU FUCKING STUPID FUCK. YOU'RE NOT SMART ANYMORE. NOTHING WORKS.
Took a walk around the block, hoping that maybe this slight form of exercise would release endorphins and make me happy. I don't have a will to eat anymore, I feel better when I don't. But I do. I do.
I will be that person soon. Fat, The fat.
She looks out the window what a faggot she is, she thinks writing in the third person will make her sound smarter. people that write things just to sound smarter, are just insecure about their intelligence, which most of the time is very little because if it was high they wouldn't be doubting it in the first place.
My head feels like a thousand tons. it always gets this way.
Jean was commenting on a bobble-head on the way home, I wore a shirt that said Jean.
I haven't stopped typing for exactly 3 minutes.
I don't know what to say anymore. I'm stoned.
I feel the same again. I am so much the same inside it tears me apart, because the outside is different, changed have I not, just been better at hiding. I don't even know what bothers me more. STOP BEING FUCKING VAGUE, YOU FUCKING STUPID FUCK. YOU'RE NOT SMART ANYMORE. NOTHING WORKS.
Took a walk around the block, hoping that maybe this slight form of exercise would release endorphins and make me happy. I don't have a will to eat anymore, I feel better when I don't. But I do. I do.
I will be that person soon. Fat, The fat.
She looks out the window what a faggot she is, she thinks writing in the third person will make her sound smarter. people that write things just to sound smarter, are just insecure about their intelligence, which most of the time is very little because if it was high they wouldn't be doubting it in the first place.
My head feels like a thousand tons. it always gets this way.
Jean was commenting on a bobble-head on the way home, I wore a shirt that said Jean.
I haven't stopped typing for exactly 3 minutes.
I don't know what to say anymore. I'm stoned.