Parsival
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I'm going to go home, I swear if I run into a drug addict again and tries to rob me again I'm going to take it out on him, I never let myself be robbed because his "tool to steal" is only a screwdriver or knives, and drug addicts usually are 5'5 they don't intimidate anyone, and it's silly to go home because the food that awaits me is rice and tuna, I'm not even poor (I think), just since I live alone most of the time (my mother in the countryside outside the city and my brother at work) it's the easiest thing to cook, that is something i miss about my dead ex-girlfriend Ig, the bus always left me in front of her house and she cooked for me, fuck me and bathed me (yes she used to bathe me because we bathed together). Idk, I should feel some feeling of sadness every time I pass by her house on the bus but I don't feel it.


