Saturday, September 8, 2012

This Might Be A Source Of Laughter In A Few Years But Not Friggin' Now

This particular bout is rather intense. I've been in bed for the most part of two days and I can't get up. All I want to do is close my eyes in the hopes of somehow being able to shut everything away. The last time I felt this intensely was that day.

I'm about to lose everything I've ever worked for. Am I scared? Defeated? Angry?

All of the above and nothing.

This will kill me; but then again, I'm already dead inside.

Everything is not going to be all right.

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