Diary Of A Fed Up Lad. Leave your facades at the door, please. On April 3, 2015. I feel, empty, lonely, maybe even useless,. Annoyed by my failed attempts to come off as witty,. So I stopped writing and tried to figure things out,.

What I do with my time and other shenanigans. I taste your blood when i close my eyes. I hate people like that, I HATE PEOPLE WHO DO NOT KNOW HOW TO LIVE AND LET LIVE! I wish you would cease to exist. Be afraid, be very afraid.

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The only thing you need to survive is hunger. On April 8, 2016. Dust you will slowly turn into, feel time deserting you,. Unwashed mud, because the pool was acidified,. And I am not basic, this complex cannot be neutralized,.