I'm fucking pissed at this world. I'm in pain, my head is fuzzy, my heart wanting, my schoolwork waiting. What have I done to deserve this? Where is my comfort, my love? Not here. Soon, not now. I pull out my work, slowly do it, at the end I will have my love.
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--Mark Twain
1 comment:
Wow. I like your rant!
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