i’m just one big smelly, snotty, gross, disgusting hermit at this point.
and i can’t fucking take it anymore. i miss getting dressed and going out into like…reality. even all the sleep i’ve had (sickly, exhausted, out-of-energy sleep) hasn’t even been restful.
i’m done. finished. fuck december, i’m totally over it.
2011? eat a dick, and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
fuck fuck fuck.