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Monday, May 4


I find myself at 5am sitting alone at the desk not giving a shit about my work. That idiot already sleeping in bed. Thats how it is, it is dead. Time is running out, and everyday i find myself wanting to dissappear more. With more than i know each day. Can people stop giving me shit every now and then? SO MANY FUCKING THINGS going on at the same time its too demanding. Yes i love to escape everyday with drinks and smoke and crazy friends. Nonetheless those last only for awhile. The permanant cure wouldnt show and its getting pretty hard, so FOR FUCK SAKES stop people. Just spare me your petty presumptions that im partying and ignorant, im merely just human and using my temp solution. You insulted me really bad but im still smiling playing the violin behind you.
j murakami?; 5:12 AM

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