the day after

[andre_riot]

so i had a great meditation that failed my neurosis. Ilamost slit my fucking wrsists last night. I went to buy cigarettes and almost beat the shit outta the gas station worker for not giving me change. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I have a few days of job interviews and my heads still clouded. Why must it be this way?

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from one fucked up individual to another:

[acrosticaustic]

if you ever need to talk and commiserate, i'm generally online.