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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Died again. Bad font, cant change it with crushed fingers. Crushed core too. Turn it into something else. Hate and screaming and rage feels better but look at you now you're sitting here writing garbage. Fuck these words and this font. You die too easily. Look at you sitting there toppled like an earthquake went straight for you, you sad sack of shit. Bring it back around, mention how you never write in this fucking thing, or write at all, then go back to the way it always is. Let the hate win. Hate doesn't lie, it just eats. It wont let you kid yourself, it just eats. Hate isn't pitiful, it's a monster that people speak of with stronger tones. Don't be the sad sack, be the monster again. Don't be sad, just eat everything.