Fuck
Fuck fuck fuck. I can't even explain... like... it's a shame that live journals can't scream until they pass out. I guess that's the best way I can describe how I feel right now. I want to scream until I empty my lungs and I pass out on the ground and maybe, just maybe when I come to things will feel right. Like things will be real and make some semblance of sense. What I wouldn't give right now for a good coma.