i feel like i'm trying to breathe underwater. this calls for another cigarette.
("fucking cancer sticks. you're slowly killing yourself."
"isn't that the point?"
"...is it?")i feel like my life is either a scratched cd that keeps skipping and repeating-- stuck making an unintelligable screeching sound that just makes me want to throw it out
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