Reckless mood. Nothing is ever going to go my way, so why try to make it by writing angry, bold-faced, red, swearing journal entrys? Nope. Won't stoop. I mean, I already did but I'm done. Whatever happens happens. I don't care right now at all. About that. About anything. I feel so numb tonight, like nothing can touch me. This blarring mad music is
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