January 21, 2008
FUCK. Fuck fuck a million times fuck. Or at least 100 because that way Iíll have done something fruitful with this delightful slice of hell commonly known as insomnia. I feel like screaming bloody murder and pulling at my hair until I pass out from exhaustion or alternately pain. I hate being this goddamn tired. Every emotion is heightened to its maximum reach and suspended over long, long periods of time so I am never to recover. Or at least thatís how I feel now. Iím still pissed about our <
> as you so gently called it. FUCK. Fuck.