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Male, 24 years old
Europe

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Interests: Writing / Drinking / Singing / Arts/Crafts / History
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Birthday:2/18/1994 (24 Years Old)
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Marital Status: Single
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Religion: Atheist
Politics: (Decline to State)
Fav. Movie: Princess Mononoke
Fav. TV Show: Documentaries
Fav. Book: Lord of Chaos
Fav. Song: Pogues - Hell`s Ditch
Fav. Food: Pork in any form
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So, Tumblr committed suicide, making this my primary social networking site again - Mood:Exhausted
Monday December 03 20188:38:57 PM |
I'm fairly bummed out about it. It's like suddenly losing a loved pet.
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It`s hard to not be depressed in a situation where you would be objectively better off dead - Mood:Bad
Monday November 05 201810:37:53 AM |
I wanedt to do something with my life. I wanted work that has a meaning and makes a difference. I'm completely incapable of doing anything meaningful. I couldn't make it as a nurse, it was like being in my own personal tailor-made definition of Hell every single day.

I couldn't endure the factory, it was simply so worthless. It was like standing in my own, unmarked grave, waiting for death.

Now I find myself incapable of taking up the goddamn book and actually studying. I would rather push my head into a wood chipper.

The only thing I can do and that I am good at is english. But like everything else tolerable and easy, it's not a real job. Nobody hires translators, and if you luck out, there's no pay. I'd be making less money than I did at the factory, at the odd times I am not unemployed.

I am capable of nothing worthwhile and nothing I am capable of is worth anything.

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