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My life is being consumed. Consumed in much the same way that a vat of Jello will consume a large spider, as it writhes and clings to life before slowly expiring. Maybe throw that batch away.
By classes. Doing Animation, which I love and hate. Doing Web design, which I love and hate (More hate, maybe). Going to my night class which I love and hate, only I don't love it at all. At all.
By that fucking game. That Goddamned fucking game. Why did they ever release it? For free, even. Fuck me. I'm screwed.
And by you. I'm consumed by you.
I'm not going to update. Ever. I'm just putting that out there. I'm also not going to comment about my ongoing and seemingly predictable bouts of depression about the swirling void of chaotic, black abyss that is the future. Oooo, the far and distant fuuuuuutuuuuuureeee *1920's radio personality voice*. Of all the things that are dying, my innocence was first.
That's the title track of the new hit emo band, "Cry Me A River".
By classes. Doing Animation, which I love and hate. Doing Web design, which I love and hate (More hate, maybe). Going to my night class which I love and hate, only I don't love it at all. At all.
By that fucking game. That Goddamned fucking game. Why did they ever release it? For free, even. Fuck me. I'm screwed.
And by you. I'm consumed by you.
I'm not going to update. Ever. I'm just putting that out there. I'm also not going to comment about my ongoing and seemingly predictable bouts of depression about the swirling void of chaotic, black abyss that is the future. Oooo, the far and distant fuuuuuutuuuuuureeee *1920's radio personality voice*. Of all the things that are dying, my innocence was first.
That's the title track of the new hit emo band, "Cry Me A River".