I swear. I just swear. Life has been supremely stressful lately and it's finally done the trick. I swear my freaking brain circuits feel as though they are firing fucking crazy. Things really aren't THAT bad. I know this intellectually, but my stupid brain feels like it's going to blow a fucking gasket. I am CONSUMED with BAD and DARK thoughts. Blach!!! Maybe it's because the weather sucks in this goddamn shithole of a shithole in which I hang hat. Maybe it's who knows what, but life was so fucking grand once and now it's not that fucking grand. Maybe I need more drugs. Maybe it's more sleep. Maybe it's a fucking lobotomy with a .45. All I know is the fucking noise is full volume and it's beating me down. Ugh. I want to run away. I can't run away though because I have kids. My kids need me. Right? I feel like I want to take a big clamp and crank it down until my head crushes. That's impractical of course, but it has a certain dramatic appeal. Fuck it. I'm going to bed. Does anyone feel like I feel tonight? Rant concluded.
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