How to Disappear Completely

I want to write about more vapid cultural things  just to get away from myself, but it’s not happening today.  This thing is a claw in my throat, and all I can taste are guilt and ash.  I’m guilty that I feel guilty even when I haven’t done anything to feel guilty about.  How fucked up is that?

I’m exhausted and I can’t even sleep.

One big miserable ball of shit.

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About ducksarebitches

I'm a painter, a drummer, a student, and currently unemployed. I also appreciate cats and a bit of light debauchery, but not at the same time or for the same reasons.
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