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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