i cant fuckin wait to live on my own,
like im just love privacy, i jus wanna be able to sit w/o fear of someone bursting in and disturbing me and i wanna be able to do the washing up screaming the lyrics to whatever mac demarco album im playin
and i wanna be independent bc i hate owing people stuff
and i wanna make my own food bc my mum is horse shit at cooking
and i wanna be allowed to sit inside and not talk 2 people bc its hard
and i wanna vaccuum
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my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Randomnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...
