make it one burning in fire and sharpened by your most jagged cliff.
oh god...
everyone is telling me to stop moping. my friend wanted to slap me today. like, seriously. for being mopy and retarded and playing sad songs and walking around like a zombie with lead shoes.
WHY!? why can't i just grieve!? AM I NOT HUMAN!? i FEEEEEEEEEEL THINGS...In fact, why even offer me your condolences if you're going to slap me or recommend i see a shrink even!?
FUCK OFF.
I'm sorry. Just...ignore me.
jeebus.
my house is a mess. my dishes are dirty and smelly; i have to dip my bread straight into the peanut butter jar for a meal. my cat is neglected. i sleep on a mountain of dirty and clean clothes...
i wish i knew how to get out of this all too consuming fuzz.
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