[******** the weekly digest. I can't stick to it.
You ever have one of those days where you just want to know that someone gives a s**t about you? I mean, you always have friends and family, but I want to know that some yahoo in the South China Sea thinks, "my, I kind of hope she lives a reasonably good life."
I guess it's a selfish, childish thought, but it would be a comforting one.
I feel very empty today. It's like a small part of me died. I haven't felt this drained in a very long time. I don't really understand, but it feels like there's something near me that I can't have, but I feel I need. Oh, I suppose that could be the gust of wind that whips through the hole where my soul once was. I pawned that b***h for a pack of smokes ages ago. rofl
This is very much like a contained melt down feeling. I mean, hell, I would never publish how I actually feel. Those are solely my thoughts.
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Break the monotony. Had to get that b***h out.
Oh, and Horrorpops is coming to town, but it's looking like I can't go because I work and don't drive. I've done myself in good this time.
Someone be sweet and buy me a car. wink
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If words were as refreshing as dew in the morning,
If words could erase the pain,
If words were as calming as hot tea and weed,
I'd be God.
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(Shitty cell pics will have to do, for now)