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Jul 2014
Sometimes I don't like being alive
And I think it's because I'm just not so great at living.
I thunk I used to be better at it because I think I v used to like it.

It's hard to like something you're not good at it
And it's hard to like being lost and it's hard to like being alone.

I want to be young and wild and free but I just always feel tired and I just want to distance myself from reality and never see anyone else again and forget that I'm even a human.

It would be nice to sit in a cave getting drunk and high by myself for the rest of my life but I think the only way that could ever happen is if I was a shaman and I don't think people belive in those anumoee. Only as novelties. Everything is novelties and then you move on.

Maybe I just need a girlfriend.  But who wants the weird quiet 25 year old who only k own how to work in restaurants and still lives with his dad? I ain't found her yet.


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Randal Webb
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Randal Webb  nj
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