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right now i just have the urge to say "by the by."
by the by, there's all the same problems, the same complaints, the same old same old amplified a million times over. what will it take to breach outside of this cocoon-like status? this mummy skin? nobody's going to do it for you, so you have to grab the source of the problem by the balls. i don't want to turn 25 in a few months and still feel this way. ruttage. rut. fuck rut. all sorts of fuck rut up in here. in a literal and figurative sense.
i am in a fucking rut.
i am in a fuck rut.
jesus christ, am i still complaining about the same things? what are my strengths anyway? do i have any? am i just this cowardly, hairy man? what will it take to motivate? what will does it take to move me? to get me to engage with a balls out gusto that can't be hindered? is there such a thing gusto that is immune to hindrance? fuck rut.
i need to get out of town. and a lot of other things. the irony of moving close to your friends and feeling perpetually lonely. what fun fucking irony.
my roommate just made a joke that pissed me off. i'll spare you the details.
eyeballed me, killed him. slight exaggeration.
by the by, there's all the same problems, the same complaints, the same old same old amplified a million times over. what will it take to breach outside of this cocoon-like status? this mummy skin? nobody's going to do it for you, so you have to grab the source of the problem by the balls. i don't want to turn 25 in a few months and still feel this way. ruttage. rut. fuck rut. all sorts of fuck rut up in here. in a literal and figurative sense.
i am in a fucking rut.
i am in a fuck rut.
jesus christ, am i still complaining about the same things? what are my strengths anyway? do i have any? am i just this cowardly, hairy man? what will it take to motivate? what will does it take to move me? to get me to engage with a balls out gusto that can't be hindered? is there such a thing gusto that is immune to hindrance? fuck rut.
i need to get out of town. and a lot of other things. the irony of moving close to your friends and feeling perpetually lonely. what fun fucking irony.
my roommate just made a joke that pissed me off. i'll spare you the details.
eyeballed me, killed him. slight exaggeration.