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Well, I realized that I trully want a tatoo. Like, relly, so badly want a tatoo.

I just feel so lonely. Like, I don't have any particular reason for this and it's trully pissing me off. I am so angry at myself for feeling this way. I mean, everyone has a bad day someday, but I have never had a bad week, fuck, even a bad month before. I'm just thinking maybe my whole life was going like that, but I just didn't saw this earlier? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I feel like I would love to have a knowlege about the stars. They have friend with everyone. They are shining for every fucking person on this planet. Even if you are a goddamm psyho, murder or just a blind person. Sometimes you can't see them, but they are on the sky. They are always shining. They just... existing and don't give a fuck if you like them, if you looking at them or if you smiling to them every night. The stars just don't care. I kind of like them because of that.