I'm not going to New York. God damn the scheduling conflicts. Also, my life has no direction, I can't tell what's going to happen more than a few hours in advance (and this isn't little stuff that I can't predict, this is life-changing detail), and my cast smells funny. I'd rather like to have my life back now.
Forced good moods are draining. I don't think mine can survive my life being a mess and my only escape failing to happen. No strength of will to give a fuck left in these tired old bones.
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