Stressed

I hate my life and I don't deserve any of this, I don't want to be another whining child on the internet but that's what I am. 

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Im so fucking gay (and can't think straight)

Days go by, I start to twitch
Puke infused bed sheets
Greasy, soil kind of sandwich
Punk fueled hate speech

My life is so dull now, i'm tired of explaining people why i feel this way, i want to hang out with and stare into the nothing beside like , it makes me feel like i'm inside a peanuts comic strip. This is the generation of semen covered words and fecal literacy. Never have i been more miserable, despite the sweet leaf's influence i remain an asshole (r-rated)im so tired by fugazi