i’m not sure i like how i can legitimately say “what fresh hell is this?” almost every goddamn day now. i must have a sick fascination with drama that keeps me staggering down these strange, cruel paths. “strange” and “cruel” being the operative terms here – just yesterday i might have said “beautiful” and “enlightening.” it’s everything at once, i suppose. the absurdity of life, all of it, pounded into the past few weeks with relentless vigor. i might go insane. i might be insane. i must be insane.

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