Sunday 31 May 2015
i want to quit my job and earn money by writing vague dark almost poems about being broke and unloveable and depressed and insane and how all love is unrequited and casual sex is almost always bad and miserable and how the fuck am i turning 26 and still living in my childhood bedroom spending my free time binge drinking and watching the x files on repeat
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