mont
25.12.05
1:16 p.m.
perhaps my problem is that i hate this time of year. go on and be happy. fuck the bullshit, it's time to throw down. i've become dyslexic in my typing. i blame it on lappy. he is admidst death-throws. i cannot save. perhaps if cold, i would stutter my letters also. i need a release. something needs to give. instead i am left here, alternately becoming very anxious, then angry, or just plain tired. nothing is a solution.
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