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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. Blahblahblshblahblah.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
Haha living
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. Blahblahblshblahblah.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
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