caught myself getting angry about imaginary antagonism

go ahead impose your order upon me when i'm lying -- when i'm lying to you about where i am, who i am, what i am -- feel --

i can't not take it anymore; my right arm is so fucking numb ... there are a host of reasons i should leave and each and every passing day reminds me --


when i said i couldn't go back to full time, it wasn't because i enjoyed my extra day so much. i just can't imagine being here.

i'm gonna go crazy. i'm gonna wreck someone something
i'm gonna go crazy. i'm gonna regret this all someday