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I just don't give a shit anymore. My life is heavily concentrated on body mods, TRUE fucking love/freedom/liberation instead of this fake ass shit I'm living. No one's telling me how to think and getting away with it. Genital piercings, things raining down, that new Soulfly album (?????), hardcore, that other girl I'm falling in love with, tiny men that don't exist. It's all so much. Simultaneously a great thing to hope for, and my demise. I think I'm falling in love with another girl, but there's no chance in hell I'll ever end up with her. Ever. I don't care if my "girlfriend" reads this, I don't care about anything. I'm not an emotional wreck, rather, I'm in a good mood, things are rotating, not manufactured. I can't wait to go back to Mississauga. During the weekend I stayed up for 36 hours, a quarter of that time being spent in Foufounes Électriques in Montréal, moshing and getting punched in the face by other people that are so fucking different from me, yet all the same in the end. Pas fini.
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