My finger won't stop clicking. I need an outlet and this is it. If anyone is reading, fuck you and go and die now.
Now--on to more important things. I'm glad to have someone to talk to, at least that's something. I just realized how much I hate dancing.
Lysol on my body is keeping me alive. Spray and scrub and spray. Never heard that before? Myself included. For all you iPhone users,
I am not anybody's meat puppet.
Holy fuck!! I'm actually alive.
I'm so cold, I'm feeling compelled towards horse apples and don't know why.
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