Dear Diary
I hate myself when I don't work. I hate that it makes me this miserable. The longer I stay away from getting the pictures out of my head, the worse the world looks around me. Sounds are tinnier, colors to garish, voices too irritationg. I see people's faces in that scanning electron mircoscope kind of way, pitted and crawling with grease and filth and writhing in bacteria.
PEOPLE... I can deal with them at most other times, but right now, with all this shit going on, I hate to bite down on my mangled hands just to keep myself from vomiting on them. Tenna's been calling again. I miss her. i wish she'd be content with knowing that and just leave me the hell alone until I can work all this out.
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PEOPLE... I can deal with them at most other times, but right now, with all this shit going on, I hate to bite down on my mangled hands just to keep myself from vomiting on them. Tenna's been calling again. I miss her. i wish she'd be content with knowing that and just leave me the hell alone until I can work all this out.
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