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My god I'm in one fucker of a bad mood. It's certainly been mitigated in the last few minutes, mainly due to communiques from lovely people, but the only real effect of those is that I won't fill this box up with too much invective.
I'm stuck with too many questions of why-"why do I bother?", "why don't I know where the sodding hell I'm going?" etc etc, so I'm fit to burst right now. ARRRRRRGHhgHHHHHHHHHHh. Why am I such a fuck-up, even though by most standards I'm not? Why are my standards so high, but actually hypocritically low? Why can't I deal with myself? Why is sorting myself out such hard fucking work? Why is fuck such a good word to use when I'm feeling this shitty? Oh fucking arse.ckfxodd5-ejpaethjiothpthjigiiiiiiiiiib

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I think last night I suffered from a squishing of emotional knots (due to alcohol), which, while letting the real fun me out for a while, entailed that I'd have to put up with the bounce back and spitting annoyance as you may have noticed from my last post. I'm back on a level now, and as long as I don't think too much, I'll have a happy day!