i feel like a parasite. i literally am. job i poorly handle is a part of a sochial experiment. my good and most of my things are bought for me by other people.
by itself this one thing we call jon is not fucking capable of anything.
suicide seems a good desidion, but i'm a wuss. fuck me.
everything, every step to anything is so scary. and i also don't understand 70% of things. cofusing
don't even want to cry. just pathetic. pathetic awkward idiot
happy birthday caledon forest
happy birthday tolik
happy birthday egor
happy birthday anxiety
it's time to run from proximity, not looking back for as long as possible
i guess someone is just not worthy of having anything they have. i guess someone is just nothing alike anyone including himself thinks. i guess this someone is better to be dead. or going. or really dead.
i mean, come on, we've been here before.