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i'm dead.
honest.
i'm a liquid substance which once resembled a human, i've done the impossible. i've melted.
i don't know how many chemistry teachers i've had tell me it's impossible for people to melt, but i am so ready to prove them wrong.
i hate it how my mother makes jokes like, "heh, i suppose that 'global warming' thing is real." ever since she started dating the brit she's a simi-republican (she always was close, she just a fucking capitalist).
my desk is giving off those wavy heat lines. i-is that b-bad for my computer?
i don't think i've ever been this bored. mummy took the car (i can't drive her truck), if i were to try and walk to the bus stop i'd vomit. i know this because i went to the edge of the driveway to get the paper and i thought about vomiting in the grass. i'm such a lovely, gracefully, human.
it's silly really. i can spend 2 days in the desert, moshing, and swaying to music without a problem, but when i don't have a purpose, something to take my mind off the heat, it's like an oppressive dictator dragging me down, restricting me physical and mentally.
honest.
i'm a liquid substance which once resembled a human, i've done the impossible. i've melted.
i don't know how many chemistry teachers i've had tell me it's impossible for people to melt, but i am so ready to prove them wrong.
i hate it how my mother makes jokes like, "heh, i suppose that 'global warming' thing is real." ever since she started dating the brit she's a simi-republican (she always was close, she just a fucking capitalist).
my desk is giving off those wavy heat lines. i-is that b-bad for my computer?
i don't think i've ever been this bored. mummy took the car (i can't drive her truck), if i were to try and walk to the bus stop i'd vomit. i know this because i went to the edge of the driveway to get the paper and i thought about vomiting in the grass. i'm such a lovely, gracefully, human.
it's silly really. i can spend 2 days in the desert, moshing, and swaying to music without a problem, but when i don't have a purpose, something to take my mind off the heat, it's like an oppressive dictator dragging me down, restricting me physical and mentally.