lots of the time;

when the drugs are bad, the beer is piss, the conversation is dull and everyone's eyes are duller, smiles are incomprehensible, work is pointless, learning is unimportant, the music is lifeless, the memories are faint, the future is bleak, the smell is deathly, beauty is lacking, the calm turns to stagnation, trust is betrayed, the stars don't come out, the cold stays in your bones for hours, dreams are full of suffering and waking thoughts are worse, kindess is false, intimacy is bought and sold, and

love is nothing;

i wonder if other people

often have the desire to just stop

whatever they're doing

and go sit


someplace and hold their heads

in their hands


Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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