"Anyways back to being pissed at everything and spiraling into more psychosis.
Whatever, who cares, etc.
PUSH
PUSH
PUSH
Away everyone!
Who needs friends?
Strangeside will live on Earth alone.
End of his tale!
-rips out hair-
FUCK YOU!
I AM PISSING BLOOD AT THIS BULLSHIT.
Barely sleeping and eating while y'all party and laugh and kiss and hold hands...I hate your fucking guts to death!
I wish you'd just give up and slit your throats. What's the FUCKING point of living and working a job? YOU WILL RANDOMLY DIE.
DIE UNRANDOMLY!
oh no no no no no keep surviving for SOME REASON and ignore the demons tickling your ugly mind.
Be nice and wait.
Wait another 24 hours to be 10th place on the care list for sub-suboptimal care.
Be extra thankful you got any."
-said nobody


"N-no...not more drugs. I sound like a girl now."
"What's the point? I keep asking myself this."
"I truly feel sick of doing this everyday and barely and usually not making ends meet.
I wish I could apologize and fix things."
-said somebody