i hate this fucking place. i'm always miserable here.
i cant do anything to change this and i fucking hate it.

the best thing is i don't even know if the next place will be better or not.
thats why i listen to music so much.
its a constant.

Going to bed, god is dead, lies & truth are in my head.
Your history, economy, society... it isn't me.
It's all on you, reality, it's what you do, it's what you make.
The truth in lies, the freedom dies.
the mind it numbs, the spirit breaks!
(With) all our rights,
it kills our future.
our reasons why:
We are born to die. (just born to die)

Born To Die- Choking Victim

P.S.

fuck your capitalist society with your wardrobes full of clothes that look just like everyone else's. i hate your world just as much as you've hated me. all i want is to be alone and live as a hermit. maybe i won't have to put up with your pretentious trendy culture full of conspicuous commercial excess. i hope you all rot in hell.