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I sat in quite desperation, chewing the skin off of my fingers til they bled and ached. I am livid with hypochondriacal expressions. Nervous.... Anxious.... my hands are shaking. How odd, an involuntary muscle reaction due to metal inertia. Perhaps a precursor to systemic paroxysm, who knows, who cares. Let the heavens rain fire, let the oceans flood the cities and cleanse it of this virus deemed mankind. I wanna die. I wanna make love to the world, I wanna spit on the scorched remnants of a world in peril, a world smoldering in immolation. I wanna cry but I can't. I need to substitute the absence of tears with pain. So I smash my head against a wall and burn myself with a lighter. There that's better, no not really. I need to focus... I need to think. No, No thinking will only begat more turmoil. I need to draw, I need to write, I need to visually manifest my inner-affliction, but I can't. Why I'm I letting this bother me so. Even the music is nothing more than a faint dissonant blur. Oh gawd.....I'm pathetic, I disgust myself. How could've I vested so much emotion so quickly....so carelessly. I wanna go on, but I shouldn't. I wanna say all the things I know I shouldn't say.... spilling fourth from an acrid mouth in patterns and textures of mendacity. I'll just summarize it by saying-I'm fucked up seriously fucked up. I'm more fucked up than I let on, I mask it with pseudo-intelligence and bullshit abstract point of views. I'm more fucked up than you could even begin to fathom. If I was you I'd stay far, far away from me. People like you weren't meant to associate with broken, souless people like me.

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I sat in quite desperation, chewing the skin off of my fingers til they bled and ached. I am livid with hypochondriacal expressions. Nervous.... Anxious.... my hands are shaking. How odd, an involuntary muscle reaction due to metal inertia. Perhaps a precursor to systemic paroxysm, who knows, who cares. Let the heavens rain fire, let the oceans flood the cities and cleanse it of this virus deemed mankind. I wanna die. I wanna make love to the world, I wanna spit on the scorched remnants of a world in peril, a world smoldering in immolation. I wanna cry but I can't. I need to substitute the absence of tears with pain. So I smash my head against a wall and burn myself with a lighter. There that's better, no not really. I need to focus... I need to think. No, No thinking will only begat more turmoil. I need to draw, I need to write, I need to visually manifest my inner-affliction, but I can't. Why I'm I letting this bother me so. Even the music is nothing more than a faint dissonant blur. Oh gawd.....I'm pathetic, I disgust myself. How could've I vested so much emotion so quickly....so carelessly. I wanna go on, but I shouldn't. I wanna say all the things I know I shouldn't say.... spilling fourth from an acrid mouth in patterns and textures of mendacity. I'll just summarize it by saying-I'm fucked up seriously fucked up. I'm more fucked up than I let on, I mask it with pseudo-intelligence and bullshit abstract point of views. I'm more fucked up than you could even begin to fathom. If I was you I'd stay far, far away from me. People like you weren't meant to associate with broken, souless people like me.