i havent been very well lately. ill-stricken and heartbroken are the new drugs. forget about panadols, they stay in your system for six hours. or was it six days? anyhows, they are still boogeyman-ly bad. shoot them, like the way everybody should 'bangbang' cupid and break all of his arrows of thatdisgustingLwordwhichirefusetosay. a little more dose of that S four letter word, which doesnt rhyme with "hit" and i might turn slasherflick-ish and begin marking my existence on the world.
alittle too dark for you? whoever said i was all little miss sunshine? assumptions ought to be locked up in the closet. and so does the green mean grossL-word machine.
quit the job, spent first days of october bed-ridden. i hate my life and i hate yours. so whose should i take? if i annoy you, then maybe you should show me some concern. in any forms : monetary, camera, branded goods, anything.
see you when i am better. happy october.
ta-ta.
xoxo.
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