At this moment I am giving my thoughts not to a piece of paper (yeah, you butthurt poets(just like me)), but to a hunk of electronics. It's funny how I've developed a trust for this machinery over the years of using it. I guess, the ammount of information it stares is amazingly large and I admire that.
In this time I have understood that the dumber the shit you've done, the more exciting your life is, most people are trustworthy, yet I mistrust them even when they imply they love me. Laura has sharp teeth. Emma was better looking while my brain was washed out by hormones, but she's still good looking. Rob is about to be annihilated. And, to be honest, I don't even feel bad.
Judging by what has gone on in the past few weeks with me, I normally would've... Y'know, done shit that hurts me and everyone else. Physically and emotionally, respectively. But I don't even give a fuck now. The only conclusion I've made is that I dislike people even more. I'm bored by them a lot. I'm bored with life. I'm genuinely falling asleep here. Right in the middle of the battlefield. Interedast (irony).
Oh, yeah. By the way, have some Tim Hecker. He's a great ambient dude. I'd give him a 8/10.
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