What's that smell?

Dec 19, 2006 02:02

I haven't slept properly in almost a week.

All I can do is watch Fight Club.

It's finals week, and I need help.

I can't deal with this shit now. I'm fucking upset. I'm obsessed obsessed obsessed. Why am I so fucking incapable of achieving anything remotely near a relationship? I quiver every time I think about it. I'm such an embarrassment. I don't even know what I want.

I've been thinking in circles. And I'm really far away. I can't do this shit. I can't study for motherfucking French. And I have the final in 13 hours. I haven't so much as opened a French book, and I may not. I didn't study for a single test in that class all year, so why bother starting now? I have an A. What more can I ask for?

Remember when I said I don't even know what I want? I don't. Well, I do, but I don't. If I could have anything I wanted in the world, anything at all, I wouldn't be able to choose between two things. But if I got either of these two things, it would be remarkable. I won't though, because nothing can ever go my way. Nothing can ever, ever go my way. It's against the laws of motion. Isaac Newton, you motherfucker. I'll kick your fucking ass, you son of a bitch.

fuck you motherfucker.

i love you.
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