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my fucking ramble station

unfortunately i do like hearing myself talk

im a bad person and im going to be killed.

i really wanted to get some baccy to ryo today but it was too fucking expenso

if i hadnt already got cigarettes i would want to get them now. unfortunaately im already suffering from having a tolerance

im painlocked into a holding pattern istg if i get criticised for not making more moves i will fucking cry

can i sleep like this can i sleep? anyone know?

im gonna be killlleddddddddd

did i ever have thoughts or am i just feelings

im so close to fucking exploding the whole everything right now bro

i dont think pain transmutes into art easily

the grief is killing me

something about flirting is this boundary game of mind interferometry and such like .. its an intimacy game of trying to get closer there is a playful element of inferring or seeing whats not meant to be seen (yet)