Day 58
June 27, 2020•229 words
Nothing happened. it didn't work and its getting fucking boring. and tiring and tiring every day for being bored and bored every day day day there isn't ay inspiration or creativity valyes here there's nothing in fucking paradise i found shan gri la and there were fires in the forrest and someone took a shit in the bathroom trees
Im high again because fuck it but I've drained my happiness. I'm tired of being fucking dull and tired and boring and hating myself for not finding anything anywhere. I don't see the point in trying to even functioning anymore. I meditate to float away in my head like a flying lotus in a hot air balloon taxi cab. Bitches can't even do anything there;s nothing nothing nothing nothing
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