Morbid, but true. Everything is meaningless and there's nothing we can do to escape it. And when you can't enjoy anything, like I can't, and am constantly under strain from hating everything, you really start to feel it.
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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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