too busy immersing myself in past cultures to even consider the one i’m a part of, jealousy and forlorn, “why couldn’t i be born in the XX’s”, seems like we’re the first generation to do this.
taking cocodamol tablets to get a decent nights sleep, riggling around in bliss, crazy dreams, blasting my liver every night, when the drugs run out i’m going to cry and probably never sleep
again.
fast food every night, beers upon beers, fighting. my life is becoming very very lager loutish, i just want to sit down and have a tea with my girlfriend. just want my girlfriend.
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