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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!? Yeah, that's right, you can regurgitate food that's been force fed to you and force feed it right back into the gut of your son of a bitch death trap son!

Dammit all! I want this fucking madness to end. Seriously, it may have been such an adventure when I decided to try the path of no return, but now it's just getting fucking annoying! I want an exit right now! There's so much frustration in here. Why does the room smell of cabbage and shit?! I need to get out, dammit! I need to get out now. Why is every thought that enters my head in support of making my life a miserable piece of trash that doesn't even want to get thrown into the dump heap. No, I'm not gonna fucking say, "I'm done and I'm ready to fucking submit to your whim." again, that does NOTHING! ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY NOTHING!

Why does the fucking bait seem so tasty whenever it gets fucking sent through my head. I have no clue and I don't want to explore why; I just want the fucking bait to get the fuck away from me. I'm tired of staring this thing in the face day to day, hour by hour, never endingly stopping. The only time it ever ends is when my brain is too occupied to process it on the side, when my brain is too busy to do anything else. It's like a fucking default thought and I'm tired of thinking it. How the fuck am I  supposed to get rid of it? How can I force my brain to go 100 percent on something for that long?

Man, it's like I'm in this circle, this wave of up down up down up down up down, I'm tired of it. I wanna go up up up up up! NOW! It's really a simple argument: up is better, so go up. But for some reason my brain is arguing the opposite, and I can't find out why because there's a fucking devil demon sittin there distracting me with useless problems that I somehow find valueable at the time of their arrival. They get thrown out right away, of course, but not without leaving some sort of smear in my thought process. The mud keeps falling, so I have to find a way to make it inevitable, and the way I came up with in my head a few days ago seems like it would really work well, but why am I not doing it? It's so hard to think when the pull is in the direction to sink. Think or sink, is quite the situation I have on my hands now. See, I'm like quoting the most unoriginal phrases indirectly and mixing them to concoct this stupid piece of shit that no one reads. It doesn't really matter that no one reads it because why is all I ever ask and whatever, I'm tired of typing. Why am I tired of typing, you may ask in your stupid little heads of joy and remorse (see what i mean, useless, overused phrase extravaganza)?

I'm done. GOT INTERUPTED. But I'm not mad about that. I just held down shift because I was kind of bored.