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I hate this world, for hating me.

for today and the last few months, i guess this rightfully fits. every things skips me over to find something better and more established, i feel like a failure, and i feel like nothing is inside me anymore. i hate it, i don't want it, and i want things to be different.

archive usuals on a friday afternoon, followed by dinner with my best friend in the entire world, vapiano's, essentially. then surrounding my self with the tempest to rob all hotel cards at the sebel, for obvious reasons. yet it's still not satisfying, it's all a game plan, and i'm the one set to lose.