� outta me. � 2003-11-28 � 10:59 p.m. �
So they tell me happiness has run away for the time being... and I ask... when has been around at all?
I am tired of this infinite state of melodrama... of bad fucking news.... ALWAYS.
I am taking Flexeril... and I am sleeping for the next 20 hours... and when I wake... no one better have cancer... been murdered... been in a car accident... or have pneumonia to threaten his last breath. No one I love better not shed a single skin cell... right now... I can't handle it.... and my fucking back better be better... or I am laying the smack down.
I've had it.... and somewhere in the stages of grief is anger... I am there... I've been there for the last nine years... and it's all coming out.
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