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Spring, the time for pretty new flowers to bloom and suicide rates to rise.
It's been a long week.
The locks at my house will be changed tomorrow. I went back to pick up more of my crap and seeing what was once my mother's room now stripped completely bare, one might say I somewhat lost it. Driving home I pulled into the closed lane on the highway and christened it with my vomit while workers shouted various profanities at me and threatened to go tell mommy trooper and get me in trouble. I just flipped them off and left. Fucking douche bags.
I have certain things on my mind to the point where I'm dreaming about them as well. Trying to pretend they don't exist doesn't cut it for me either.
It's been a long week.
The locks at my house will be changed tomorrow. I went back to pick up more of my crap and seeing what was once my mother's room now stripped completely bare, one might say I somewhat lost it. Driving home I pulled into the closed lane on the highway and christened it with my vomit while workers shouted various profanities at me and threatened to go tell mommy trooper and get me in trouble. I just flipped them off and left. Fucking douche bags.
I have certain things on my mind to the point where I'm dreaming about them as well. Trying to pretend they don't exist doesn't cut it for me either.