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[sluttyforcats]

i feel as if my stomach is trying to rot out of my mouth, my pores, my fingertips. everything makes me feel ill and my head is pounding, tick tock, that incessent, repetative drone that starts from the very moment my eyes open.

the nicotine, the alcohol, the residue is seeping out of me and my spineless, structureless self is folding over as quickly as rancid butter.



god help me, i am no longer well.