pruesaysit

I feel like a sack of crap. I just hurled for the last hour. I seriously need into invest in some sort of knee pads all the time I spend praying to the porcelain gods. If I didn’t feel so shitful, I’d make a joke about knee pads and blow jobs there, but I just don’t have the energy to muster something witty right now.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m feeling sick, but I’m feeling kinda beige and have done for the past few days. Depression is a strange phenom in that way. It just comes and goes as it pleases, much like a cat really. You can never really own it. You can do what you can to control it and sometimes it obeys and sometimes it doesn’t. Only it’s not soft or furry like a cat and it never curls up in your lap.

I need a whopping dose of Vitamin H. That’s hugs, not heroin just in case it sounded suss.

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