I have to travel to the city.
I have to register in town.
I need to shave my legs and…
I need a routine that helps.
Exercise and less stress.
Not be drinking so much.
Blocking out the noise.
I need to save my poetry, so when I die people can read them maybe.
I need to be ready for when my parents visit my new place.
I need to talk to some people.
I have to be brave again.
I have to deal with this.
This world is a sick joke.
I’m sick of getting ready for the next round.
I’m spinning.
I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere, no end or beginning.
Just spinning.
I’m sitting.
Stuck.
I need to.
Die.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC
I have to travel to the city.
I have to register in town.
I need to shave my legs and…
I need a routine that helps.
Exercise and less stress.
Not be drinking so much.
Blocking out the noise.
I need to save my poetry, so when I die people can read them maybe.
I need to be ready for when my parents visit my new place.
I need to talk to some people.
I have to be brave again.
I have to deal with this.
This world is a sick joke.
I’m sick of getting ready for the next round.
I’m spinning.
I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere, no end or beginning.
Just spinning.
I’m sitting.
Stuck.
I need to.
Die.
02-03-26
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