Day Four

I thought Day Two was bad. It wasn’t. Day Four is the pits. I’m cold. I’m grumpy. I’m tired. Some idiot cut me off in traffic. I’ve been listening to My Chemical Romance. I can’t think of anything to blog. Eish. Never thought I’d be like this. Not again. And now I sound fucking needy. Hmmm.

Most of you won’t understand this anyway, but I had to put it out here.

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  1. Withdrawels are a bitch! Hehe, how long can you last b4 you need another fix?

    Remember kids… don’t do drugs: rather throw yourself out of a plane, and hope that the thin piece of cloth above you doesn’t rip!

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