The Velawesomeraptor Himself (clayrobeson) wrote,
The Velawesomeraptor Himself

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Don't-- push-- me cause I'm-- close-- to-- the-- Edddddddddddddge

I'm ready to up and die.

My heart rate is up, my back aches... I'm basically making myself sick because I'm so worked up over this stupid move.

Truck. Sucks.

I don't know where I got all this stuff. I don't know how it filled the whole fucking truck.

My brain is melting down once again. I realize this, and yet somehow I can't seem to control it. It's 11:55. I've been sitting in front of the computer for a half an hour wasting time looking at the U-Haul site. Now I'm typing here. I should be loading truck. I'm not.

Can I just... not exist for like 20 minutes? Just 20 minutes.

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