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life's been terribly fucked up, and i really hate how everything's been going.
the airport's been my second home recently and the starbucks staff have become acquaintances.
the problem hasn't been with the mugging, but with what i feel like after that.
i hate this really, the longing for something not there for nearly a year.
but whatever.
you live and die alone anyways.
the airport's been my second home recently and the starbucks staff have become acquaintances.
the problem hasn't been with the mugging, but with what i feel like after that.
i hate this really, the longing for something not there for nearly a year.
but whatever.
you live and die alone anyways.