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I am fucking sick of everything.

This week was an epitome of shit, hatred, frustration and human filth.

At 16 o clock on friday, as I was in the final planning, someone decided to quit and made this week in its last hours a full fucked nightmare.

Maybe I run away this weekend, get a new identity or become a fucking street hobo, dunno.

I think my patience has run out.

Fuck you. Fuck the world. Fuck everything.

Good night.

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