Dear Diary
What's the purpose of our life? We never get this into our head until we get banged by the remote ostensible moron of our own-the mind. We have that shit in our head for prolonged period of time and we fucking don't even realise. That's why they keep saying that It's never too late, and such quote meant to motivate you but still the fucking mind take into other shit. We easily get manipulated like a fucking retard.
The time comes when you rise one next morning and realise Oh! shit what the fuck I have been doing since childhood. All day since I was whining like a baby and all complaining and also that traumatic tantrum, now you see it's getting hefty and you can't even lift your own weight and dissolute in your own wisdom.
Appreciate the life mothafucker! Not everyone is born with silver spoon. You gotta rise on your own. And don't fucking beg me saying again "It's never too late". The cliché- uh!! good for merely making sarcastic remark, it's doesn't fucking look good when you are sober.
What's the purpose of our life? We never get this into our head until we get banged by the remote ostensible moron of our own-the mind. We have that shit in our head for prolonged period of time and we fucking don't even realise. That's why they keep saying that It's never too late, and such quote meant to motivate you but still the fucking mind take into other shit. We easily get manipulated like a fucking retard.
The time comes when you rise one next morning and realise Oh! shit what the fuck I have been doing since childhood. All day since I was whining like a baby and all complaining and also that traumatic tantrum, now you see it's getting hefty and you can't even lift your own weight and dissolute in your own wisdom.
Appreciate the life mothafucker! Not everyone is born with silver spoon. You gotta rise on your own. And don't fucking beg me saying again "It's never too late". The cliché- uh!! good for merely making sarcastic remark, it's doesn't fucking look good when you are sober.
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