When I get home I’m going to visit my dad’s grave, drink KCL, catch up on my studies, stab the guy from the shop, fuck up my face some more with Botox then split to London.
Non-whites pollute the scenery.
I like the Northern Irish countryside and that it’s mostly white people, London for the civilisation and I really like the Netherlands for the freedom but can’t get over how below average most people look and don’t like Amsterdam. I wanted to go to Poland but abortion is banned there and that’s an important factor for me, another reason why I’m never going to America.
Like I want to get out of here but there’s nowhere I want to go, not even London, I’m sick of life.
Now that I think about it I slept 11 hours ln
I don’t know how I’m going to get through today. I’m just sitting on a bench doing German lessons. I’ve lost so much weight because I’m worried places won’t accept my cards and there’s just this organic supermarket close to me.
I used to wear a tie in hs, everyone fucked them up like had them really short, a teacher said we looked like clowns esp for buttoning our blazers.
2022-10-15 at 5:55 PM UTC
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Doomsday Playlist
Fairytales, Proust, The Prodigy
Discovered I can sleep with my hand clutching my phone, I was in and out of sleep and wanted to see if I could do it when I intended. Sleep paralysis?
Gaelic football is fun because you have to do something every four steps you take when you have the ball; fist pass, toe tap, kick it somewhere or bounce it off the ground.
Plotting to get out of Amsterdam.
