life is dope, screw me!

exams are fucking blowjobs.

fucking booonajuuup..

i need some weed to survive this shit..

i feel as though im being replaced..

slowly,

one by one..

friend by friend..

all along,

i realised,

i was just a stand-in for those who were never there..

just a replacement for those who are gone..

now that they're back..

it seems like it's time..

i feel,

fucking insecure..

like

im standing still in time;

while they're all moving forward,

standing appears to be retarding..

results in a hole,

eating me up,

looming into a retreat.