its so much easier to hack everything.
there's so much that i wana say, yet i do not know where to begin.
i was feeling moody, until i heard 人间 on the stereos of the toilet.
i was feeling alone, until the taxi uncle humoured me with his sexual escapades.
it's one of those days where everything that could go wrong, will go wrong.
i come back home, and see my poster lying on the floor.
and now i sit in front of a screen, tryin desperately to make sense and convince myself that all is fine.
everyone has bad days. so what makes mine different from others'?
get a grip of yourself dude.
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