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"It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now IÂ’m falling asleep
And sheÂ’s calling a cab
While heÂ’s having a smoke
And sheÂ’s taking a drag
Now theyÂ’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And itÂ’s all in my head
But she’s touching his—chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go"

What more do I have to say? Fuckin' nightmares make me wanna stay awake as much as I can. Everything I do, everything I say, means nothing. Why am I supposed to small-talk when every time I do I hate myself? I feel like a clown, like an interpreter speaking someone else's words in a different language. By the way, I also hate finnish as a language. Rude and harsh words, no real beauty. A woman, maybe couple of years older than me asked me why am I so quiet. And when I explained that talking shit just annoys me and makes us both feel awkward, she said that she understands but how else are people supposed to make contact. That I don't know, somebody please tell me?