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shit. i think i'm dying.
wait, i know i am.
my throat hates me. ( i know, i know, i'm sorry. but i can't stop.)
my head hates me.
MY BODY hates me.
it should, anyways, i treat it like crap. but at least it's looking the way i want it to.
i hate me, too. well, not me, just my current situation i guess. i work. all day. and i get home and i'm grumpy, and tired. and i guess i take it out on my mom. oh well, i don't care. maybe if she'd learn to leave me alone this wouldn't be so bad.
i'm too tired to do anything. the weekend, for me, is like a tuesday or something cause i work till 9.30 anyways so what's the point of going out.
and why the fuck do all the people i want to be with live somewhere that's not here?
and why don't i drive yet?
and why the fuck don't i have a car?
and why can't someone just love me already?
seriously.
what the fuck.
i hate me today.
wait, i know i am.
my throat hates me. ( i know, i know, i'm sorry. but i can't stop.)
my head hates me.
MY BODY hates me.
it should, anyways, i treat it like crap. but at least it's looking the way i want it to.
i hate me, too. well, not me, just my current situation i guess. i work. all day. and i get home and i'm grumpy, and tired. and i guess i take it out on my mom. oh well, i don't care. maybe if she'd learn to leave me alone this wouldn't be so bad.
i'm too tired to do anything. the weekend, for me, is like a tuesday or something cause i work till 9.30 anyways so what's the point of going out.
and why the fuck do all the people i want to be with live somewhere that's not here?
and why don't i drive yet?
and why the fuck don't i have a car?
and why can't someone just love me already?
seriously.
what the fuck.
i hate me today.