scuttle

boobies are nice, but I'm not sure I'd even know what to do with them right now. I mainly want to break down, but I am completely incapable of it. I feel like the next hit will trigger the heart attack that my chest is constantly on the verge of, but hit after hit it's all just constant racing. Even in my sleep, it never lets up. a little over a year ago my best friend from my youth (a million years and several lifetimes ago) died from a heart attack. At the moment I'm getting impatient. I mean, c'mon? how much more would it really take?