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31.10.09
he who tries will be wasted
I don't like remembering that people don't really give a toss whether I am alive, unconscious or any other state.
And yes I do realise that I am the maker of this sucktastic world of mine.
This weekend I am reminded of how insignificant my existence is. My life is a slow pointless process by which I spend 90% of it sitting in front of a computer wondering where the fuck everything went wrong. I have no place to be (work and university excluded). I have no motivation to be anything. Go anywhere. Do anything. Hello pointlessness. You are the story of my life in these times.
Fuck this weekend.
if i die, do I get to spend infinite moments with Layne Staley?
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