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"Welcome to the Don't Give a Shit hotline, how may I help you?"
"Yes, I--"
"Oops, sorry. I currently don't give enough of a shit about your shit because of my shit. Kthnx."
Click.
Yeah. Not in the best of moods.
I hate opening myself up to people.
I'm perfectly happy in my shell.
Home.
I'm here.
And currently, I just don't give a shit because I'm still not close enough.
This week--no, this MONTH--could have gone by a hell of a lot smoother than it did. What with bleeding for almost two weeks straight, cramps, fevers, nausea, dizziness, fatigue, and passing out, I now have to add depression, dehydration, and a serious lack to do anything, including eat. So, I don't think I'll be posting any new pictures any time soon. Sorry.
I despise most men. I'd switch to girls indefinitely if it wasn't for that fact that it'd be just like arguing with myself. I'd throw shit.
Oh, did I mention I punched my computer?
Best part about all of this is that the person that needs to see this, won't.