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Tuesday 13 March 2012

The-fuck-it-feeling

I feel empty. Empty in a fuck-it-way. Let there be that swearing asshole, fuck it.
I want to be alone and not in a room together with four roommates, who talk too much for today (otherwise they're really grat girls). I'm walking through the streets of the city and enyoj being lonely.
I want to wach an old black and white sad drama right now. One of those that almost noone likes. But I'm without computer today.
Eh, fuch it.
Let's go to bed.

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