Why do people get surprised when I say that I'm generally fucked up to the "what's up?" question.
They take a step back and try to process the word, it's either they don't expect someone to be that honest or they don't expect my life to be fucked up.
Either ways, they take the word and say nothing, and I in turn expect nothing, I know so very well that only I can help myself, I know so very well that it's in nobody's hands.
But yet, my hands are useless as well.
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The diary of the unstable
AcakI write here without thinking twice, I write here the scattered, the unknown to many,,,,, the unstable. I don't expect you to understand anything, I don't expect you to find it pleasant nor funny nor inspiring nor even beautiful. I didn't care to mo...
