As I sit in my dingy room writing, my vest and pants look prepare me for a wasted day. Already I am condemning myself to the boring nest of my life, comfortable but completely shite. Why do I begin my blogg with such depressing sentiments you ask? Well because its easy to feel like if everything goes wrong one day I can just curl up into a ball and waste away until all that remains is the dusty outline of my body on a on stained bed sheet!
Life with no hope of changing allows one to simply accept and deal with it in a way that other people envy. A kind of I don't give a crap if I die attitude, Ironically this was the only way I managed to get through those ugly social experiments they call school! I do firmly believe that if one can manage their shit life into a state of not caring whether they lived or died, they could free themselves just enough to peek their head through the jungle canopy of this grey concrete capitalist and cockroach infested society. They could do this just enough so that they could realise that once all is lost, anything can be achieved.
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