oh yeah nothing new still full of shit
it's super confusing somehow i don't know how to be happy (again)
well yeah i'm happy with this and that and stuffs
but really what is the ultimate happiness?
i'm tired of looking for something new
habitual shit becoming my comfort zone
but really there's an exhaustion in me that i will never release
yes i'm so confused since forever
and yes everything about me seem so gloomy and depressing
i'm not this whiny actually
really writing is like my stress relief so no wonder why my writings all so gloomy
i write when i get depressed
i always get this vomiting feeling when i get mad or sad
maybe it's sort of a releasing moment to release the pain
there are lots of things in life that make me sick and fed up
don't know what to do and i feel so small
i'm nothing but a dot of dust
unimportant
i don't even know why i'm writing about this
but i just need a place to talk
so yeah here i am
talking to myself
eat up my tears
nice
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