Followers

    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.

    About Me

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    I am a man, without a plan, hoping to find it.

A Number Of Problems


1. I have no one who would want to date me.

2. My course sucks.

3. I'm never happy.

4. I never know where/how to place myself.

5. My feet smell.

6. I am not really sure what I want or how to get it.

7. Something.

8. Jon is always scrutinising me.

9. My hair is making me feel weird.

10. :(

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