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[breakdownontime]

writing from a wintry hell.
tired of holiday vs. christmas controversies.
bored with wit and cleverness.
i hate poetry.
my grandma won't buy me anything smaller than a fucking extra large.
god i've let myself go.
god i sound like i'm forty just there.
someone shoot me before i sink into a pit of self loathing and despair.

Comments

[stumbeliene]

oh, miss maeve, turn off the mewithoutyou (gets me down everytime) and grab yoself some of dat electric blue paint and paint the 'pit'. it makes it nice and bright until you're like "man, fuck this electric pit, it's givin' me a headache!" and climb out.

[stumbeliene]

my god, what a stupid comment. how confusing can i possibly get? heh.

[breakdownontime]

i got on that electric blueness right away. and you're right. it totally gave me a headache. but no regrets man, no regrets