My cirlce of life

Today my mum stepped into my room thing she almost never makes , when she saw my room wich i haven t cleaned up since like april she got mental and started yelling me , besides she told me my room smelled like dead .I mean she is right i smoke weed and smokes there i have a towel with vomit from a friend lots of seven eleven soup like the ones you only put water in and eat them plus my room is filled with alcohol and soda stains . So today while i was "cleaning my room" (smoking in my bed) i realized who my life was a circle of trouble .

I am a "child rotten from inside" - mom 2015 so what i do is to feel less rotten i drink ,smoke and get laid myself to death , but that makes me bad beacuse every time i go back to my rotten room i feel bad again and al my happines goes away so i do the same to forget things , and thats why i have bad friends beacuse they are rotten like me and thats why i people like me because im rotten and like drugs people like bad things wich i am so if i made cleaned up my room i would be a drunk without cause and thats even worst . But if i cleaned my room from the begging then i wouldn have had these friends i wouldnt be invited to parties i would study more , and i would be a normal boy wothout a story to tell sooooo......

F**K NORMAL AND BORING BOYS and let the rotten people celebrate.

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