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Its not so much that I want to be dead, I just dont want to be alive anymore.
I know that's not the exact quote but I can't get it out of my head.
Not that I want to be dead, right now I'm eating the world's best vending Cinnamon Bun and I can't give that up.
Maybe I'm missing the the little things in life that are there the shining stars in a dark sky but either a raven has plucked out my eyes or there isn't anything really rocking in my life.
Which is to say that I'm depressed. Well a defused way to say that I suppose.
I miss people.
My iPhone shat on itself with the 2.2.1 update and I lost ALL my contacts. And yes no tech notes worked so I have no contact info. for anyone.
There is some internal rage inside. There was a bunch of guys walking down the hallway and it seemed like they weren't going to move for me, cause they took the entire hallway and I view the hallway as a road, each side goes one way. Continuing down the hallway I had the image of a standoff with this semi cute fucktard and smashing his face in the wall.
I miss acting.
God that was a good Cinnamon Bun.
My back hurts.
Am I a good person?
Why is it that when i want to do things, i get hurt, pass out, aifairvaervblveabvrea
im bored
I know that's not the exact quote but I can't get it out of my head.
Not that I want to be dead, right now I'm eating the world's best vending Cinnamon Bun and I can't give that up.
Maybe I'm missing the the little things in life that are there the shining stars in a dark sky but either a raven has plucked out my eyes or there isn't anything really rocking in my life.
Which is to say that I'm depressed. Well a defused way to say that I suppose.
I miss people.
My iPhone shat on itself with the 2.2.1 update and I lost ALL my contacts. And yes no tech notes worked so I have no contact info. for anyone.
There is some internal rage inside. There was a bunch of guys walking down the hallway and it seemed like they weren't going to move for me, cause they took the entire hallway and I view the hallway as a road, each side goes one way. Continuing down the hallway I had the image of a standoff with this semi cute fucktard and smashing his face in the wall.
I miss acting.
God that was a good Cinnamon Bun.
My back hurts.
Am I a good person?
Why is it that when i want to do things, i get hurt, pass out, aifairvaervblveabvrea
im bored