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its kinda weird how i'm halfway stoked and halfway ready to die. give me a month and this/her/me will be a distant memory that i'll think back on from time to time and say "fuck life sucks" and laugh. but right now i'm so frustrated and so anxious and so fucking annoyed its unbearable. at least the couch i'm sleeping on in my friends apt is in perfect sound location to hear the neighbors loud jazz music. theres a cat here too hopefully it'll want to sleep next to me. it would be nice to have a bed.