I can't breathe. It's like I'm choking on carbon monoxide, but in reality it's my own words trying to make their way down my throat where they belong. A lot of the things I say make people either, hate me, want to fight me, want to shun me, want to hit me, or all of the above. I don't know what it is. You know that feeling where you get super happy, and then it all fucking blows up in your face? Yeah. That happens to me almost every day.
It's funny actually, but never mind that.
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Cotton Candy Clarity
Short Story"Everything I say is about as clear as cotton candy."
