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Posted in Synth’s journal Posted 3 years ago
Ate my lunch and still don’t know what to do. I don’t really want to do anything.

I just wish I knew how to feel and what to do. I don’t know.
Posted in Synth’s journal Posted 3 years ago
I’m tired of being on the bottom
Posted in Synth’s journal Posted 3 years ago
Money money money

I hate it
Posted in Synth’s journal Posted 3 years ago
I wish I had money to help
Posted in Synth’s journal Posted 3 years ago
My nails look like crap. I miss taking care of them
Posted in Synth’s journal Posted 3 years ago
I don’t want to be here. Or there. Or anywhere. I want to go somewhere nice and be there.
Posted in Synth’s journal Posted 3 years ago
I want to fuck off
Posted in Synth’s journal Posted 3 years ago
Fuck. Fucking. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck
Posted in Synth’s journal Posted 3 years ago
Or ever again frankly.
Posted in Synth’s journal Posted 3 years ago
I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be doing this today.
Posted in Synth’s journal Posted 3 years ago
I’m tired and I’m stupid and I’m sad
Posted in Synth’s journal Posted 3 years ago
God god god
Posted in Synth’s journal Posted 3 years ago
But I also am feeling trapped. I don’t know. I’m. Ahhh. God. Damn it. God damn it.
Posted in Synth’s journal Posted 3 years ago
With that fat tax return coming I’m less worried about keeping this job and money tbh