Verrückt

If any children or whatever are reading my blog for any reason, please skip this post.














You've been warned.













I'm going fucking insane.

My stomach is literally trying to dissolve itself with some sort of crazy ass acid that I think it's been concocting for several years now, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

I'm practically shaking all over. Seriously. I feel this powerful urge to run full tilt into the fucking wall, in hopes that I'll hit my head hard enough and lose consciousness.

I'm rocking back and forth and it's fucking 2:14 am and I have an 8am class tomorrow and an exam tomorrow night at 7pm that I haven't fucking studied for, and will be studying for all of tomorrow when I'm not in class.

There's no way in hell that I'm going to get to sleep before 4am, and I have no Nyquil or Tylenol PM to help at all. Even if I did, it would be too late to take them.

I went jogging at 1:30am in the 25 degree fucking cold in hopes that (whoops, there goes my heart, skipping it's few beats again) I could lose some of this damned energy and maybe get an acceptable amount of sleep tonight.

I tried writing for a bit, thought it would help, but aside from my GOD DAMNED FUCKING ARTHRITIC FUCKING hands refusing to work, I don't know how much it aided me in this whole fucking whateverthehellmyfuckingproblemis.

And I really apologize for all the damned swearing, but I feel that it actually helps, at least a little bit, with whatever the hell I'm feeling right now.


- = Think happy fucking thoughts = -