Aplunk1
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Of all the times that I let my hair get get me... it was tonight.
God... of all nights.
I am at a party with all my friends from college and high school... in the beautiful southern California atmosphere, and I scratch my forehead. I pull out a good 5-10 hairs... For some reason, and it's beyond me, I have become extremely depressed. I am burdened to have lost my night, nay, my entire month because of this event. I know that, because I have pulled out these hairs, I am in the negative. They had the large bulbous endings to them...
God, I hate myself.
I hate myself...
I hate myself...
It hurts so much...
There is so much goddamn pain in worrying about this sh*t. I wish I were above it, but it tails me, follows me into my state of inebriation, and discourages me.
I give so much to the welfare of this world, and I am dealt this disgusting card.
f*** me. f*** me. f*** me. f*** me. f*** me fucke me fucke me fucke me fuckmem fuckemememememe
God... of all nights.
I am at a party with all my friends from college and high school... in the beautiful southern California atmosphere, and I scratch my forehead. I pull out a good 5-10 hairs... For some reason, and it's beyond me, I have become extremely depressed. I am burdened to have lost my night, nay, my entire month because of this event. I know that, because I have pulled out these hairs, I am in the negative. They had the large bulbous endings to them...
God, I hate myself.
I hate myself...
I hate myself...
It hurts so much...
There is so much goddamn pain in worrying about this sh*t. I wish I were above it, but it tails me, follows me into my state of inebriation, and discourages me.
I give so much to the welfare of this world, and I am dealt this disgusting card.
f*** me. f*** me. f*** me. f*** me. f*** me fucke me fucke me fucke me fuckmem fuckemememememe