i had a dream... that i was happy.

 i just squeezed some black head out of my lip. why do things desire to camp? is this occupy face? the only way to get rid of them is to push them away.

so. my new plan is to push everyone away. this is because they do it to me, whether they know it or not.

three days ago, i felt as though i might throw my insides out and make a mess in a toilet. so i did. unfortunately, there was little to exude. this is what happened next.... in 48 hours.... in 48 hours: i slept 30 hours; drank 211 ounces of water; took 15 supplements; thought that i was in a comma; woke up; wished i was in a comma. woke up; went to work; realized that my dream comma was better; wrote this.

now i am going to bed.
next... next i will run to the woods because this is not fun. living in the shit hole you grew up in... sucks.

im just shitting on the pot right now, but more importantly, i turned off my phone because it just called to tell me i have ear lobe cancer.