I'm smoking again. Twice as much as I did before I quit. Things have not been going well, and now I'm at two packs a day+. Most I've ever smoked. Weeee! Fuck.
My throat hurts. My chest hurts. My brain hurts. My heart hurts. My fucking knee hurts, too. Piece of shit knee.
I wish that I could just solve problems. Not my own. I could give a rats ass about them. I've got three friends right now who I can't get out of my fucking head. They're each having their own problems, and each of their problems are bigger than mine. Upside: Worrying about others is a great cure for depression. Downside: Worrying about others helps solve exactly jack and shit. It's about as useful as panicking. Which is to say, not at all. I just need two things right now.
1. The ability to teleport to places far far away.
and 2. The ability to make troubles disolve with a big hug and a pat on the head.
Is that so much to ask? Fuck it. I'm gonna go smoke.
My throat hurts. My chest hurts. My brain hurts. My heart hurts. My fucking knee hurts, too. Piece of shit knee.
I wish that I could just solve problems. Not my own. I could give a rats ass about them. I've got three friends right now who I can't get out of my fucking head. They're each having their own problems, and each of their problems are bigger than mine. Upside: Worrying about others is a great cure for depression. Downside: Worrying about others helps solve exactly jack and shit. It's about as useful as panicking. Which is to say, not at all. I just need two things right now.
1. The ability to teleport to places far far away.
and 2. The ability to make troubles disolve with a big hug and a pat on the head.
Is that so much to ask? Fuck it. I'm gonna go smoke.
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and if all else fails there's whipits.