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I want a body that can sing jazz

On March 17, 2018September 2, 2018 By 2kkeinaIn blog

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Maybe: Photographer. Writer. Translator. Noone. Alien. Allovertheplace.
may write in many languages(with lots of typos)

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can't wait for hoodie weather kind of desperately

I've been living here for years, and yet I still sometimes forget that you don't actually need to wait till morning to go to a store in this city... (insert eye roll)

Sometimes a 10-hour long sickening migraine brings an interesting change from the everyday depressing angst.

I can't stay here. And I can't go back. And I have no where else to go, and no more strengh to look for a place to start from 0 once again all on my own (I did that at least 3 times in last 8 years already). And you know where your mind goes when you feel so completely lost and trapped at the same time you can't breathe... so yeah.

I'm hiding behind work because I can't deal with any of the actual ptoblems in my life. And at work I'm going a little crazy from the level of human stupidity. It has passed the level when you get angry about it, it has passed the level when you laugh about it, and reached a level where I sort of feel blank with shock. Some people did too much overtime, their brains have turned to water, and every thing they do seems more idiotic than the previous one, and I don't know how to make them stop. They don't pay me half enough for this.

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