I'm resigning to the future.
It's a beautiful friday afternoon, and I am going to sleep off the overwhelming feeling that I am stuck in miserable, lonely, restless time. When I come back to the living world please don't remind me that it was all for waste.
Wake me up when I've slept off my fears of drugs, or something.
Edit: Apparently you can also wake me up with the offer of soft-serve ice-cream. Angst bomb; neutralized.
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