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Настроение сейчас - The most disgusting piece of sh@t ever.

Hate being on my own.
But I am trapped. Trapped at home
I am alone. I am alone...
Don't know where I'm, where I'm from...
And something wrong is going on...
The filth has grown... grown...

Родители посрались из-за какой-то фигни...

A random guy
Who live in a sty
His own sty...
Me, basically... Drowned in lie
(Or for a different reason -
I don't actually know why)
I hate myself and I want to die
Something's wrong with their world
Or with mine...
Main Campf? Arbeit Macht Frei?
Man.
Calm down.
Smile.

Писал гребаную годовую контрольную по алгебре в инсте. Устал как свинья. Ненавижу.
Что со мной? Дерьмовее себя не чувствовал уже лет пять как минимум.

So here I am in my house,
Drinking on my own settee...
Everyone's a cunt in this life
No-one is there for me.
Brandy or beer?
Crack?
Nope, cheers, I really want just to feel free.
For a minute.
For a second.
Not to survive, but to be.

Почему все настолько плохо?

I used to think
I used to think
There is no future left at all
There's no road beyond the wall

Я и сейчас так думаю.



Все, пойду вены резать.

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