I'd like to see you when the summer sun sets down.
I need more for this portfolio that I don't have. Christ. My ankle fucking hurts, man. Every night of this winter it's hurt.
Do you see what I'm reduced to?! I'm solely bitching. This is a bitchfest, people. It used to be occasional. Now it's just pouring out of my lungs and onto this keyboard. I don't think I can maintain this much longer. I am being stretched too thin. I want to sleep.
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