Aw, shit.
I can't do it. Fuck.
I just threw up. My heart hurts too much. Damn. This is just...
Fuck...
I only have like half an hour... damn it. Who knows when the Freaks are gonna get active and I'm still dicking around...
Ugh... Fuck, I looked into the alley way. It's the best way, it cuts across the block and it'll take me right to the clinic... but...
Damn, the freaking wind sounds so ominous... shit.
Monday, July 13, 2009
07/13 | 07:11 PM
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apocalypse,
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