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dear everyone who has a girlfriend or boyfriend or a cat to push or a dolphin they like to get "intimate" with or a sex toy that really really works -

i am so hating you right now.

i am really just turning black inside because i feel sick, and you know what that is? that's the DYING - that's the cold, black, dying death that's dying and making my insides rot and my breath stink, so NO, i will NEVER FIND LOVE.

jeezuz.

i'm beyond even fake love right now.
my "love" for prof. h? gone. i think it has evaporated as the gasses seem to do when escaping from a dead body.

(shutup. i know there are gasses. leave me alone.)

"crush"? what's that? i don't know! i don't know ANYTHING! THERE ARE NO BUTTERFLIES IN THIS STOMACH BECAUSE IT'S WINTER AND BUTTERFLIES DIE IN THIS COLD.

goddddddddaaaaaaammmmmit.

did i say any of you jerkfaces could be happy? did i? DID I?

NO!