strange to be so involved here and know
will not see the end of this gonna be ded before the parade. just dunno what day gonna play pinball with a train. November ish. after the second loss
it doesn’t fucking matter.
been thinking bout this. in the other timeline used to part muh hair in the other direction. cowlick. just realized it yesterday.
fucking mirrors
liberating to not fear ascending. one moar death after a thousand is fuck all.
ded fucking end. wasted my chance of having kids here. genetic failure. no friend. no joy in life. work and be poor. is my destiny