I need a new lease of life, in another skin, of another unjinxed fate that could apply the law of "I'm happy because shit doesn't happen to me tho certain times it does, its fucking solvable! Yay!"

I retire from patience &I got retrench from being nice.

I dont know who're my friends or my foes.

I dont know whats life or death.

I dont know what's real or whats not.

I dont know how to know, because !@&(**&^&%##&^(&!(*)&*(^&&%%%#$$%!@#$@$%$^&(*&)*(!)&*&!*(^&%&^!%#@%$#^%

@(*&(&(@&(&!((^$(^$*%*!$%&%*!^!*^@(*^^%#$%#*&)&)%$^%@#@!#@@$%%$&^^()&*%

%$##!!#%*^(*)*(*^^%$$@#!^*^@&^%$%#%$^!(&(&&@^%#$@#&^(&)**&*&%!^#$@##!%*&(

&^^^^&&%^$@^(*)(*))(_)_^$$#!#@%$^$&%*^()(*)!(&^*^!^%&%!^$%@%&^*@^&(*^!&

%$^@%#@$$*^)(&&%%##@#@!!!)))!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(*&%&^%$$#%&^(&!!!!!!!(&@%$@@#$

!#^&&!(*&(!^T&^$@@$^@&$@&

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh tt felt good.

But i still need surgery.

To replace my condemned heart into smth more pleasant and useful.