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fucking fuck fuck new years. i hate this day. i hate this year. this day. this night.
one day closer to death, right? i have so many fine friends. just, not the right one-
shira said i want it this way. i want the tangle. i build it. i seek it. yeh, well, doctor, you tell me. tell me how not to fuck myself next time. im all ears...
so this was one sucky day. its hard to put it in clearer terms than that.
one goes to bed at the end , as early as possible. preying, for change. a bomb. a plane crash, mid-air collision, anything. poison? a noose, a tree? ahhhhhhhhhh