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Dear Diary,

I feel like a piece of shit for ignoring everyone. I'm back to laying in bed.

Haven't showered in four days. Yes I realize that's fucking disgusting, but the puppy (YooHoo) gets a bath every few days. It's sad when the dog smells better than you.

I even put the bread in the fridge tonight. That's where my mind is right now, mush.

I also became jealous for the first time in my almost 31 years of living. *sigh* And for no good reason whatsoever.

And I am craving sugar, so much so that I just ate a few spoonfuls.

What has gotten into me?

Tomorrow I have to shower because YooHoo has to go to the vet for another shot in his puppy series.

I'll stop not giving a shit and put some videos up.
Maybe. Kinda depressed. That seems like a lot of work, and I've been crying.

I only want two things back.
Bishop and Rivera.
One of them I will never get back. The other is fighting a war because for some reason fucking religious fanatics can't fucking learn to get the fuck along. Go figure.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck mother fucking fuck.

And fuck.

Geeez maybe I should get a punching bag. Actually, YooHoo is sleeping, so now would be a good time to pet him.