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it seems to me that I only post when I'm back to my old habits; late night papers and distractions make me write better.
I WILL NOT SLEEP FOR DAYS I WILL NOT SLEEP FOR DAYZ I WILL NOT SLEEP FOR DAZE
nothing is coherent.
it's okay. you're all ready dead.
I'm really done with all of this. 7 hours and only 25$ and bitchy people telling me that it's okay, you'll be all right. but I'm not. and nothing is. friday night at the bar some 42yr old skinhead named kurt buying me drinks and talking about why he voted for bush. treason man, no one knows about treason. the lesser of two evils.
my hands are constantly cold from writing and I keep losing feeling in my right hand. a pinched nerve/carpal tunnel; I don't give a shit. I lost my gloves and there's no feeling. what about damage? it doesn't matter anyways. it's all fucked. I'm fucked. this is it, that's it, that's that.
I'm always exploding.
I WILL NOT SLEEP FOR DAYS I WILL NOT SLEEP FOR DAYZ I WILL NOT SLEEP FOR DAZE
nothing is coherent.
it's okay. you're all ready dead.
I'm really done with all of this. 7 hours and only 25$ and bitchy people telling me that it's okay, you'll be all right. but I'm not. and nothing is. friday night at the bar some 42yr old skinhead named kurt buying me drinks and talking about why he voted for bush. treason man, no one knows about treason. the lesser of two evils.
my hands are constantly cold from writing and I keep losing feeling in my right hand. a pinched nerve/carpal tunnel; I don't give a shit. I lost my gloves and there's no feeling. what about damage? it doesn't matter anyways. it's all fucked. I'm fucked. this is it, that's it, that's that.
I'm always exploding.