04/11/2012

so angry/stressed out i feel like standing on top of a chair and screaming, then jumping down and smashing that chair to smithereens. in my imagination the chair is one of those industrial school grade affairs, something like this.

i want the plastic to splinter, the metal to be contorted to the shape of my rage.

up all night again with the worry-sads, exhausted and exhausting.

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