I’m finding it very hard to sleep at night again. I hate my new job and I hate living back with my mother. I don’t want to be alone, after falling for so long it’s as if I’m standing still. relapse. the only way i’ll ever be free is to denounce the existence of money in my life entirely, or to acquire more of it than anybody else. we all experience the same life in our own way. I want to die knowing that I didn’t waste my life. I’m going to Paris in November and that is all I’m looking forward to, because that’s when my traveling starts, once I get that feel for it, i’ll probably never be seen again.

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