I really don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I’m bored, I’m depressed, I’m angry, I’m restless. I’m paranoid, I’m jealous, I’m anxious as fuck. I want to find every woman he’s ever touched and annihilate her. I want to rub every last trace of them off of his body with a wire brush, and brainwash him into forgetting them.
“Woah, woah, just…slow down a second, will ya? Or just shut up. Actually, I would prefer the shutting up.”
“Plenty of shitty days started off with an orgasm. This’d be one of ‘em.”
I desire all the things which will destroy me in the end.
this sucks. I want to smash my face into the wall just for something to do. But I don’t want to talk to anyone or hang out with anyone. Strange.