saturday night. sunday morning.. soon. gotta wake up in a few hours, work is a part of my adult life now.. fuck. god's rest day, my ass.
[note: gotta stop swearing]
jack at least is keeping me company. my eyes are heavy. why don't I go to bed? why do I enjoy these stupid-kinda moments? why do I feel they're priceless? why moments like these my organism demands nicotine? I really should start smoking. damn, why do I feel I write stupid sentences? why do I feel I have a stupid smile on my face? fuck. in the morning I will be dead and I will regret it.. "I should had gone to bed earlier".
yeah, fuck.
fuck the note.
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