THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
I'm really happy.
In a completely nauseatingly miserable way that makes me want to dye my hair hot pink, listen to Elvis, and run with scissors.
Thus the theme of my whole day.
I don't like hot weather.
Everything sucks.
I want to quote someone, but that feels corny. My mind is beginning to work in different ways.
I really am going to hell.
I want a double bass.
And I am tired.
Excuse me while I go sweep.