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My friend Justin made a post on facebook and there were some interesting discussions on it for a while that I am going to copy and paste here. Nobody reads this (I think; correct me if I'm wrong) so this is just for me to refer to later.
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I wrote this at work. I kinda like it but it needs work ( Read more... ) -
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I'm pretty sure I'm not dead. -
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I'm still alive. Just spending too much time on facebook and at work. My bosses are still assholes, but they have been spending less time at work so that's nice ( Read more... ) -
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"...and I masturbate because I'm the only person with standards low enough to fuck me."
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I thought I would feel lost, but I think I know more clearly where I am going now than I ever have. Just have to wait for the PFD and then I can move out of this shit hole town. God I hate it here. So what if I have to do it alone? -
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I could go out tonight. I probably should. I just feel kind of anxious. I'll either feel really awkward the whole time or get super drunk and embarrass myself in front of everyone. I don't know. I probably will manage to force myself out ( Read more... ) -
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I'm an internet bully tonight. Some guy: "Revelation: more people are coming than leaving for a reason." Me: "That's like saying the bathroom at Walmart must be nicer than mine because more people go there."
I can't sleep.
I can't tell where the cycle begins or ends, but it usually involves Cracked and insomnia. I can't sleep so I read cracked, and ( Read more... ) -
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There is no body else in the apartment but every vague movement of a shadow out of the corner of my eye sends my heart racing and I'm terrified of my own hair. Fuck. I hate being crazy. I'm just being paranoid. My chest hurts and my eyes are popped wide open. My skin hurts and looks like it's moving on its own. I hate living on the ground floor, ( Read more... )