I don’t know. I’m pretty tired. The system is choking me. I bought a bunch of music on amoeba.

The internet is not funny or cool–it’s creepy.

That’s great. Success humans.

…

Mom has problems, dad has problems, brothers worry me.

I think, for once, I don’t need to stop worrying and indulge in hedonism like my rapey therapist insists.

I think I need to solve problems.

I hate retarded fuckshit healthcare workers.

Fuck.

Brain deads.

I have therapy coming up, bee-T-W’s.

But I don’t know. I don’t know what it is.

…

Having difficulty working on this web app I want to release. I really just don’t want to do this anymore.

Get out of a groove, fuck’t for duration (of time).

Can duration be applied, as a word, to things other than time?

Interesting, never thought.

…

Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

Kill yrself.

I don’t know what to say.

I’m so tired.

Good luck.

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