No, really—I truly can't.
Why do I keep reading this shit???? I don't know, but they find their way in through whatever filters I thought I had.
And now, I'm having a hard time breathing. There are knots in the center of my ribcage and I'm hurting.
I bust my ass all week; then it's Friday evening and I feel like I have touched no one, made nothing in the world better, and I don't know what to do with myself except rent a movie like Down By Law to just sit down and be, appreciate the artfulness, listen to Tom Waits' voice, and contemplate the beauty in the human strife to "make it."
OOOOfuckingOOOFFFF.
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