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Don't know what to write about. I am just doing it because there is no other better thing to do. Have no subject, no purpose. It is all pointless words. Listening to electronic music as a source of inspiration is not one of best things to do. Ranting is another thing I won't do. Not because I don't want to, but because I don't have anything to rant about. I have a question for those occasional readers out there. Lets just say that you go out with a friend of yours, a female friend. The place to go to is a night club. After sweating buckets, you end up thinking about how beautiful
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It is night. Night has fallen upon this desolated heart located in my chest. As night arrived I felt disappear, insecure, lonely. Friend of no one, not because of choice, but because no one cared to be a friend.
As much as I want to quarrel with everyone, I can't. I know the one who is at fault is non other than me. Being foolish is one of my many bad attributes. Just for today, I don't want to care about anything any more. It is 9 pm, and not a soul to know the many sufferings endured by me.
Tomorrow, a friend of mine is leaving. I was completely avoided for the whole week
wow... university sure is time absorbing
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Right now words is all I got. Even then, I seem not to own them.
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inphi.de
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Handle every stressful situation like a dog.
If you can't eat it or play with it,
Just pee on it and walk away.
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