Don't remind me. I have to go back to hell work tomorrow, performing Sisyphean tasks that are supposed to prevent the company from going down the crapper, even though it's probably just delaying the inevitable. I wouldn't mind the Sisyphean tasks if they didn't involve me talking to people.
Forget the dead you've left; they will not follow you.
The vagabond who is rapping at your door, is standing in the clothes you once wore.
Fuck you. You can be me I hate this shit me being here is completely unnerved and i have never felt right doing it so go fuck yourself cunt you tricked me i hate this because everyone thinks i did this when i didn't all i want is to ne left alone and forgptten about and possibly starve