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He messages me that he has nightmares. He doesn't reply my messages after that. My contacts are drying up and my hair is blown all over. I'm tired. I have a three hour paper, and I'm going to go in there, feel miserable, flunk it and repeat my year at college. I've never repeated any year. I don't fucking want to. I need some breakfast. And a cigarette. This sucks.
I need to hold a guitar in my hands and embrace it. Even more I need to socialise. And some beer. I need to kick back these heavy shoes I've worn so long and sink my feet in the cold soft fine sand. This insane working hours makes me want to strike. Against who? Anybody who exerts his fucking authority on me. He's cooking for me today. I think I just want to draw his sepia curtains and curl up on his floor. Right now I want anything except a three hour history paper I know shit about. (some)Revolutions as documented by history is nothing but a fucktard culmination of no wit and no action.
I need to hold a guitar in my hands and embrace it. Even more I need to socialise. And some beer. I need to kick back these heavy shoes I've worn so long and sink my feet in the cold soft fine sand. This insane working hours makes me want to strike. Against who? Anybody who exerts his fucking authority on me. He's cooking for me today. I think I just want to draw his sepia curtains and curl up on his floor. Right now I want anything except a three hour history paper I know shit about. (some)Revolutions as documented by history is nothing but a fucktard culmination of no wit and no action.