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i hate writing job applications. christ, its 1.17am. i hate not getting enough sleep. i hate that fvcking alarm beep. i hate the radio with people talking about important, wordly affairs you can barely even acknowledge coz youre that pissed off and tired and half dead.
fuck i hate working.
really really hate it.
if i could live in luxury for the rest of my life, and all i had to do was murder a few people, i reckon id start shopping for axes right now.
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