Dear Chula
I feel like I am four people simultaneausly right now. In about 5 and a half hours I'm supposed to be all tarted up and ready for work.
I passed out in front of said work during the baker's-shift and one of them drove me home and promised not to tell
Anyways wjat do you do when you can;t stop yourself from compleely destoryifn yosuahskjrlf and yousss sosrta wanna get help but getting help is hella scary because bad drugs they make you take ick ick ick stomach ache anywyas why do i feel like i'm lightyears behind where i'm su[[osed to be for my age. i mean, is it all relative? what if, in 25 years, im sitting at my computre with a cherished animal in my lap and all i can muster is weird conversations with people i doknt know on the internet. also why do cats have buttholes. also i can;t stop thinking about humping a particular coworker and i feel really ashamed about myself because i cant seem to be trusted around attractive human beings cuz the dick gets hard you see. I wanna fukk, errybody. ya see. errybuddy. errehbuddeh. errbudd
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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