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This week has been given to me, on a platter, with a nice possibility for actual enjoyment. Sadly, it was not to be the case. This week has been shit. There really is no more high brow way of saying it. It has been shit.
I mean, very little was planned for this week, really, but, everything that was planned, has either been:
1. Juggled about, and left feeling lack luster, and missing a few of its original qualities.
2. Not happened at all.
Or whatever.
Everything always just fails miserably and is never right.
Ergh. I just get bad luck on every angle. No one appreciates me fully and the people that do I don't.
I'm sick of it.
Sick of you.
Sick of them.
Just sick and tired.
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Once, there was a man, born inside of a world made of steal and hate. He was bred on unusual social habits, mainstream entertainment and silently strict principles. Eventually, he pulled himself up, dusted himself off and moved on to form his own self. He found nice clothes, amazingly unique music, put on his fake, large glasses, started writing stories and applied bohemia to his life.
Please, join on this trail of madness.
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