Well here we are and my fingers feel funny. Sorry if this does not makes sense. I'm sorry. Uh. Not much to say other than I'm over it. Over it all. I tried my best. I'm not gonna off myself but I mean nothing is certain. Nothing. I'm completely helpless. I have no point in their world even to the people I love. The only things left for me are coffee and adrenaline highs and the occasional sneak of beer and slaps across the face. My eyes. Like a little man trying to sleep behind them and trying to get comfortable by slowly nudging them out. Oh well.
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HorrorA collection of blegh that is either depressing or uninteresting.
