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It's fair to say that things aren't how they should be. The fact of my life now, and for what has been years now, is that I am not happy. I'm not happy with anything. The friends aren't good enough. They don't treat me right. And they're not even my kind of people. They do nothing I like, really. I constantly have to pertain to them because I know they wont give a shit about what I do. Non of them are interested in my life, and I know deed down that I don't care about theirs either, but I pretend to because of a lack of choice, it seems. I can't find the commitment to cut everyone out and start again. Because I feel like I'll just end up alienating people I'll have to see again. I want to be with really cool people. I want to be with people I adore and feel like a tight knit unit with. I never grew up around or with anyone with any kind of thing about them. Everyone I know is just like everyone else. There's no group of cool guys that I can get with and feel comfortable with that skate, get high and act like a real fucking good group to each other. Nothing means anything to anybody. Everyone's bitchy, and selfish and horrid. They're all shit. And it kills me whenever I go to Chester and I see really cool kids who very clearly are good friends, and love each other very much, but yet still listen to good music, have personality and ambition. I hate the fact that I grew up in this cold, dank, shitty town. I am better than all of this, all these people. All these posers and fakes. Who think they're funny, and cool and hip and fashionable, but really are just fucking the sick-stained masses. But they're all the same. It's all Lady GaGa, Facebook, Topman, :L, "Fail", oh, and I'm cool because of this. I'm cool because I do photography, because I'm in a band, because 'I'm vintage', because 'I'm indie', because I'm on a media course. It's as if real culture is being swamped by amaturish little fucks that don't know anything and have taken the heart and soul out of it. And the truth pains my head.
I don't care. I don't care about you or anyone else you know. You're probably a twat. I need to get away from here, from all these people.
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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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