Close To The Edge
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Ok.

It's official.

I hate the universe.

I'd written an entry so long that the little scroll bar beside the 'new entry' box had changed to the size of a square... and then 'stina logged onto messenger and messaged me as I was trying to post the entry... and messenger crashed the connection, which fried juno, and the long and short of it is that my finally-written long entry got eaten by the Juno Demon.

*sighs*

I hate the universe.

I really, REALLY do.

That... was so very a 'last straw' kind of thing.

*blinks*

Yes, the edge is that close, today.

No sleep, but damned tired, so tired I'm nearly hallucinating, so tired I can't see straight.

No drugs, but aching hurting throbbing pulsing knife-cut pain that won't go away.

No money, but enough bills to frighten me.

No boys.

No one here.

None of mine.

Nothing here, for me.

N-O-T-H-I-N-G.

Now tell me again, why the FUCK should I stick around?

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