I’m frying my lungs out for the most nonsense reason: I AM PISSED. Pissed with my life and its non directionality. No matter how many packs of smokes I consume still the stark incompleteness and non directionality remains. I pity my lungs. If they can cry, they would cry by now and if they have hands they would probably slap me hard. I have to stop this.
I am so tired of hearing the mundane complain of others yet take note, I am making one now, haha. I’m sick of seeing the awful truth and unbearable reality. I’m so exhausted being underpaid and yet I’m still not getting the right amount of respect and acknowledgment I should have. I give up to find genuine love and new friends. I’m so fed up worrying and thinking what is my sole purpose in this world. I feel numb, dumb and bummed out.
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