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October 3, 2011
Mmmm... That's the smell of insanity, baby.

We'll deal with it in the morning.

I'm so tired. I'm tired of trying to be responsible. I'm tired of looking in their eyes and seeing the cracks I'm no longer allowed to have. Strung out. Hung up. That deep, slow slur.

Yeah, man, where can I get me some of that?

So they say everything will be ok. It will all work out. Hell, I'd almost believed we lived in a fairy tale. But there it is--the opening to hell, and the demons won't leave me alone.

I wanna fuck up.