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I haven't slept for 2 days, and other than the basic irritability, I would be FINE, but of course not, today was randomly a fucking bad day!!! Let's begin!!!
Strike 1. My phone. I understand I text a lot. However, I don't see why my battery dies, and then when I get it on the charger, it double dies. It won't turn on, at all. It fucking DIED on me, so, my number one concern is that I can't text Steph all day long. Also, I can't call Allen Bowl back about setting up an interview until I get a new phone, which I have no idea when that will be, hopefully this week...but who the fuck knows! Only my mom. So strike 1, phoneless/STEPHLESS. That by itself would have been a 3 strike day, BUT NO. There's MORE.
Strike 2. I've been a fucking paranoid wreck over some shit that I shouldn't even suspect, but by the way things are going for people unmentioned, oh, lo and behold, weird things are said, and it seems I may be fucking justified in actually suspecting such ridiculous fucking things...of course, I want to, let's say, beat someone's ass in, but since I'm ALMOST the only one here, I can't really do that! So, sitting here, like a loaded gun, waiting to go off...I've got nothing to do but shoot my own mouth off!!! Even then, guess what? Can't say shit. Of course not. Stitching my mouth shut. AGAIN. Strike 2.
Strike 3. When I get extremely crazy, whether it's anger or sadness or what have you, I like to fucking write. So...I write a long fucking ass poem. Let's say well over 100 verses. 100. 100. ONE HUNDRED. Literally. Somehow...ahahaha SOMEHOW. This computer decides to be A FUCKING DOUCHE PIECE OF MACHINERY, and what does it do?! Hahahahaha...it does that freezing non-responsive shit. And fucking shuts down my blog. With my unsaved, extensive writing piece. So...THAT'S LOST. There was a lot of important shit in that fucking poem some people needed to see...and well, I guess it's not meant to be known!!! And it's hard to fucking just say that shit outloud, too. So. Strike 3.
And one other thing, but I'm stupid for that, and I blame myself for it.
Actually...all of it was me. Karma. Hahahaha. So there. A rant against karma.
Fucking bitch, Karma.
Oh.
23 hours and 26 minutes to go.
I'm letting myself go through one more day, at least. Just in case. I don't know.
I'm just stupid.
Whatever.
~"ASH"