Tired, repressed, depressed, and secluded. In my own man-made agony. It's hard to remain in a decent state of thought. Sipping on the vodka, disassociating myself from noramlity. I suppose in the train of thought I'm in, an alcoholic beverage might not be the ideal drink of one with intelligence. As I continue to ramble on in thoughts of angst and
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i have to deakl with everyday
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