Thoughts have been dumped.

Right, so, how?

No bars held, I feel bad. There's a feeling in my stomach that won't go away that stops me from thinking about what I want to think about. Isn't that weird. I really feel bad, like there's someone grabbing at it everytime I try. I need this to end. I don't want it to come back; I want it to go away. Why won't it go away. Is there any way I can make this fucking thing go away. I didn't even feel like saying fucking there; I just sort of said it because I

Step One Done

Step one has been completed, now its time for step two; I'm not sure if it'll be easier or harder to do, but I hope that it will be a swift step. I wonder how many steps there are. Hmmmm, perhaps a ton.

Sailing

Lets soar away on a magic cloud that takes use across the sea to new islands of adventure and wonder. Nevermind, I think my cloud has died, and, as far as I know, it's the only cloud in existance that can do what it can to. Lets just walk instead.

da

Bullshit is so rampant in my mind that I keep thinking every thought in my mind is  bullshit! But I know that it's not; I know that there is something that I must grab onto, or I'll fucking die, but what the fuck? Why not just let the fucking evil demon fly back down to hell where he belongs? Why not just eat the fucking shit and spit it right back at that motherfucker!?