Sunday, July 26, 2009

Fuck, what the fuck

I am in one of those moods where everything's getting on my nerves.
My brother just cleared his throat and I wanted to scream at him for it. My shoulder's insatiably itchy, my hands are cold, my foot is dead, my head is killing me, and - at least for the meantime - I can't feel anything except negativity.
Fuck it, fuck everything.
I want to sleep and never wake up, fuck, I don't even have a shoulder to cry on, and that's all I need.

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