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i love it when the fate of the world coincides with my mood in such an apt fashion.

repent for the end is nigh.

funny, i thought you paid for your sins after your death, not before your death.

perhaps this is just a prelude to my death.

death death death.
i feel like a fucking goth.

very self-piteous, very self-repulsed, very very...done with it. i can't foresee it getting any better at this exact moment in time though logically i know it does.

there is just a burn in the back of my head and i'm so ready to smash it just to get it out NOW.

otherwise it's a beautiful fucking day outside.