I hate you. I hate myself. I hate this planet. I hate this routine where I'm living for teh next party, or gig, where I can just get high, get pissed, get in a fight, mosh or anything else, to the point where I feel worth something. But for the weeks inbetween, I want to tear of my skin, be someone else. I am jealous of every person on this planet
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