I want I need I will... oops! Fell over. @ Betta Bi-polar Strong desire to douse myself in alchohol until every single pore reeks of it and my liver dances in my side like a ferret on drugs. Must. Get. Drunk. NOW. Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

This is worse than cake. Oh so much worse. Bring back the cake. CAAAKE. Sob.

Must make loud noises that have no inherent meaning but are able to convey full extent of existential (and financial) angst. MEEEWWW. MEOOORRRRRRR. RAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. FUCCK.

Corn. I want corn. Steamed corn. OKAY? And a rubber bouncy ball. Not the dorky ones with the plain colors. One with toy suspended in it. And glitter. Preferably the toy is a ship.

I want bubble tea. Apple Mango flavor.

I want breakfast foods.

I want dance class. Weep. Weep like a willow. WWWEEEEP.

Maybe cigarette.

Ooooohhhh. Am in parents house. They have booze. See ya later fornicator!

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