i don't really know i'm just feeling icky i'm mad i don't like that word i keep getting mad i'm thinking too much and/or far it's hard to form thoughts i'm going to write my brother and father got into a fight and moved the couch i was going to call 9/11 but i guess it's fine i have a bottle i'm making a collection i'm typing okay now i'm going to change this song bleh i'm tired it's 8 pm christmas eve it's almost 9
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