ya mama got jell-o feet w/ fruit in the toes.

I HATE WRITING.

I HATE IT I HATE IT

IT DOESNT WORK ANYMORE

IT FRUSTRATES ME TO NO END

AND I DONT HAVE A PLAN B

SO I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA OF WHAT'S TO BECOME OF ME

I DONT KNOW WHAT MY PROBLEM IS

NO, I KNOW WHAT MY PROBLEM IS BUT IM JUST TOO LAZY OR SCARED OR STUBBORN TO FIX IT AND I DONT KNOW WHY

IM SO FRUSTRATED WITH EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW

I DONT KNOW IF IM FINDING WHAT I CAME HERE TO FIND

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT I CAME HERE TO FIND

I WANNA GO HOME BUT MY FAMILY DRIVES ME NUTS

AND I CANT STICK TO AN EXERCISE REGIMEN TO SAVE MY FREAKING LIFE

IM SICK OF STARING AT THIS FRIGGIN APARTMENT

I HAVE THE WORST GAS IN THE WORLD RIGHT NOW

AND ITS SO DAMN COLD

IM QUARTER-LIFE CRISISING AND ITS DRIVING ME NUTS

IM UNDER SO MUCH PRESSURE AND MOST OF IT IS COMING FROM ME

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amp;@#!!!!

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woo!
that's better.

i'll write for real as soon as i can stomach the process.

:o)



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