Monday, April 28, 2008

Wall, meet forehead.

I have a nigh uncontrollable urge to start smoking cigarettes in the very minuscule hope that they would calm my nerves even the slightest fucking bit, and ease these homicidal urges. And pretty much the only reason I'm not out there walking to the closest shop/newsagents is that it's after midnight, every place is most likely closed, and there's a few miles of very dark road between me and any kind of civilization.

I am so fucking tired right now.

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