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[aspiratorium]

i have hypochondria and i also have legitimate concerns. i want to die mostly but i dont understand what that means. i confuse today for tomorrow, like i have two heads. i wanna read more short stories, but i read like im waving a metal detector over sand. my walk is even more impatient. none of it is fulfilling. i imagine that the other extreme is similar to a freeze dry and i aim for that, though its not smart. somewhere in the middle im actually quite good at taking the daylight and the breeze.

i dont really want to die. i just think that its the best idea. when im drunk the idea is like salt on my tongue, do you kno wat i mean? it becomes the best idea.