Starbucks Entry.
Hello,
I'm Gizem STOP. I am so bored STOP. I am having the blues again STOP. I think I am a big time loser but that's fine because I think you are too STOP. Is this the real beginning of my life for real this time? STOP. All I ever wanted to do was to love STOP. All the faces I look in the coffee shop they remind me of you STOP. If I stop being too shallow, I think I might escape this grumpy face of this reality STOP. I almost had a car crash today, after saying I was feeling like shit STOP. I didn't feel anything, no fear, no excitement, no adrenaline rush, nothing STOP. I think I need a break STOP. Even though I haven't started doing shit STOP. I feel like I am making my miserable life even harder STOP. I am a leech STOP. Don't say otherwise, just agree with me this once STOP. The things I create have no value in life for me STOP. Maybe to some really minoraties STOP. I never stopped being punk STOP. That's why I suffer a lot STOP. Everything in this world is too either edgy or too soft STOP. I do not want any medications anymore STOP. They numb and dumb me down STOP. And me complaining from Starbucks, writing these fucking stuff with my Macbook is the main irony here STOP. What have I done to achieve this? STOP. Do I deserve these? STOP. Do you deserve these? STOP. We are all losers in our own ways STOP. Don't deny it STOP. I hope you're having fun with your friends well with my potential friends, I can see my eyebrows getting tense from this glasses reflection STOP. CHARMING STOP. I am lonely and like to swear because it keeps me company somehow not those fancy words just the simple word and the relief of saying FUCK STOP. FUCK. FUCK STOP.! FUCKING STOP!
Yours truthfully
- Biggest loser from the other dimension
P.S: I should eat something proper than this cheap ass muffin. I am not having fun I almost feel the heart attack coming to get me. I think I'm gonna have a mental break down. Don't send me to any rehab, I'll be fine, I am stronger than you think. But then again the beauty of me doing this to myself, is just I am in a public place to escape people... Yes. I am torturing myself with reality the only thing keeps me in world is just to stand here with those other poor lost souls to feel my existence, with the music resonating my ear drums. I am Gizem. I am you.
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