I don’t know what to say.
This is fusked.
What the shut.
Danm.
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I don’t know why I have to do anything.
No one explains anything anymore.
There is not genuine motivation in me.
Hopefully the brain cells that the ssri/antipsychotics burned away can regrow.
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Yeah, parents, parents, parents, PARENTS.
Brothers, BROTHERS.
Fuck.
No one no where why with what this at station crawdad.
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Shit fuck you.
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Sorry.
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Fuck off.
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Sorry.
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I don’t know what else. I feel stuck.
I wonder when the next health-risking government interaction will be.
Social security @ its finest.
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Fuck shit ass nigger (but I’m not sure (this time? (why?))).
Fuck.
I give up.
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