I get so tired of life.
Every night I go to bed hoping I'll wake up normal. I hope that I'll open my eyes and all of a sudden all the mundane bullshit that gets other people threw one more day works for me.
Not me. I cry at the fucking gym. And why not? Because the guy who is replacing the flat screens and ogling me might judge me. What the fuck kind of view could he have had from up there anyway?
I'm sick of me. I'm sick of you. I'm sick. Somebody just put a pillow over my head.
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