11:41 PM, Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Scream.
Until your heart explodes. Or your lungs. Not that it really matters which.
At least that way you won't have to read another email ever again as your bloodied fingers fight for grip on the edge of a desk - the only thing preventing you from falling into the bottomless abyss at your feet.
So call me reckless. Right now I want nothing more than to breakup with my boyfriend and disown all my friends on a pure whim. And maybe wash my hair. Just because I can.
It might even be fun...
But while I can destroy my life right now in less than ten moves, why should I lift a finger when you can do it all for me?
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