Cringy Crap

Creepy Crawlies??

There is.
A fuckin' cockroach.
In my fuckin' room.
And I can't find it.
It was on my bed.
It was on my arm..
When I woke up.
It's leg is on my bed.
The little bastard.
I coul- fuck I didn't close my bag at the end of my bed fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkiinn'  shhiiiiiiiiittttt
-Shake out my blanket out.
But I kinda still wanna use it.
Roach could still be in it.
Or maybe in my cloths I tossed on the floor with it.
If I find it anywhere in my house.
That little fucking bastard is gonna fucking die by a fucking shoe if he's in my sights ever the fucking fuck again

I can deal with fuckin' ant demons. 

I can deal with fuckin' stickbug demons.

I can deal with the occasional moth.

But I will not deal with an almost prob'ly full grown fucking cockroach. In my fucking room.

Nope.

Fuck it.

I'll live in a box.

Fucking bastard..

4-16-17
4:30 am-ish