I live in a small flat. I smoke and drink occasionally. I am depressed quite frequently. And sometimes I ditch my chores for a long time.
My life is meaningless. It is pointless.
And the only reason for me to live is to make it different.
P.S. I just have drunk more whiskey than usually. And I've read this "Alone on the water" fanfiction, which was good except for their kissing (like wtf - totally out of concept). And actually, I did not feel myself more comfortable with me than tonight.
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