I slept like what, 12 fucking hours. Relationships are screwing me all over. Why can't I practice my flute in piece and not worry whether the opposite sex will call me or vice-versa?
Same fucking shit, my relationship sinks even before going stepping off step 1.
Sick of trying to chant hours, people telling me about faith and believing that winter will turn into spring. It looks like winter never ends here.
I miss my brother so much. Now living doesn't really matter no more. Sick of trying to "live a good life". I'll fucking go on orgy spree before I die. No more passion for the orchestra, sick of putting up with load of bollocks. Bollocks and all.
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