jeg hater alt
med jævlig god grunn
uten at jeg trenger å tenke meg om
it's the same old story. i leave a bag of fish in the fridge to defrost. forget about it. days and weeks pass. suddenly it all smells of hell and i keep procrastinating getting it the fuck out of there and into the trash, as if time will make the rotten fish less of an effort to finally get rid of.
this logic has no right to live, yet it does. in prosperity.
that very moment you realise the music you're listening to might appear very disturbing for those who might pass by your house/your neighbours, and you turn it down and feel really embarassed and wonder how much damage is already done and so on.
i'm so sick of everything
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