I am still alive

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Dear void,

Je ne sais pas pourquoi mais je veux apprendre le français encore, maar morgen rijd ik naar Nederland om een vriend te ontmoeten so right now I am like that maybe I should learn Dutch, but French is also cool aber dieser Freund schreibt mir auch oft auf Spanisch. Ich spreche es nicht, aber kann es schon einigermaßen verstehen uneori 

Oh I also wanted to learn Turkish to be in on the gossip at the barbershop I go to... 


Anyway, I have no idea what I am gonna do... I know I need to do less addictive shit and focus on stuff... like maybe studying a language or something. 


Anyway pupici lol 

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