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Not today Justin
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@pompousdick
Intro post
(to no one)
Basically, a blog for me to witness myself, remember, expose my vulnerability to the world if someone stumbles upon me.
Some kind of exposure therapy perhaps. A place to vent to. Proof that I exist…
Rules for myself
No one needs to understand me.
Every facet of myself is me.
Don’t erase your posts; being myself is also showing the parts that I don't like.
(I will add more when I remember)
Don't judge my happiness by your standards.
I love speaking into the void. I love existing for myself.
Shit, i’m so depressing. Like Christ. Buck up.
Craves control. Can’t even control herself. What a failure, you are.
I just be hating hateful people so that means me too.
Decided to go grocery shopping with a friend high.
Needless to say, we just stood there for an hour.
The rush of vitality of Friday,
The loneliness of the weekend
“You must not lie. It is sinful.”,
Says the liar
Papa tient toujours ses promesses,
Papa vous dit toute la vérité,
Papa va toujours ĂŞtre lĂ ,
Papa est fière de vous,
Papa vous aimes
All so shallow spoken from this mouth
« Quelle est la force la plus puissante? La famille! »
Non. Je n’intègrerai pas le message que tu tentes désespérément de m’écraser dans le crâne depuis l’âge rejetons. Je ne pardonnerais pas, je ne resterais pas, je ne me soucierais pas, je ne t’aimerais pas et ce malgré ton titre et le sang qui coule dans mes veines.
Tu n’es rien pour moi.
I have destroyed myself and for what? So the weed brownie didn’t expire and I didn't lose 18 bucks in weed. Eighteen. Lowsy. Bucks. That's what my life’s worth.
Do I really look fucking weird and creepy, and loserish, while I thought I looked lean-backed and chill?
Is it denial? Is it truth? Or is it delusion?
Never succeed in what you were meant to fail.
Going on forums all dumb brain from drugs and fucked out so they can tell you to kill yourself
Contrary to popular beliefs, drugs are not fun. Or maybe i’m just bad at it. Cause like I’m always shitting myself and puking
The room’s too clean, feels like I’m on a set. I’m doing an episode. People are watching me. I perform for them.
Being on weed feels like you’re in a microterm psychosis cause you’re so sure of something that it blinds your judgment and distorts reality. You’re convinced. You’re like the founder. You’re one of them. Not a tourist, a first timer, a debutante… you’ve been there done that a 1000 times. You know what you’re talking about.
The memory of a second ago feels better than the present