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You know those days where you just crawl into your room, barely make it on to the bed so you’re half way off, one shoe still on, and you’ve just had e-fucking-nough?
You’ve fought the entire day and when it comes to fighting with your clothes to get off your fucking body you’re just like, “YOU KNOW WHAT PANTS, STAY ON YOU BUTTONED BASTARD, I DON’T GIVE A SHIT, I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE THIS LAST STAND WITH MY MENTAL BREAK DOWN UNCOMFORTABLE AND JAB ME IN THE STOMACH AS I ROLL AROUND IN MY DEFEAT. AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE? FUCK THAT SHOE. I’M NOT UNTYING THAT ASSHOLE.” Then slowly you start feeling like you’re decaying within your bed, and you try to cry, but you can’t, because you’re too tired. So not only do you get fucked over by the day, but you get fucked over by your own body. You have no release. Then you’re stuck in this cycle of angst, defeat, infuriation, and grumpiness.
Welcome to my day.
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I believe in my dreams, they are all I wildly hold on to. I bitch a lot. I'm an overachiever with a lot of procrastination. Sarcastic and there's more where that came from. Stubborn well beyond logic. I eat like a growing boy, curse like a sailor, and like to be treated like a lady.
