I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

This is miserable.
My disposition went from miserable to desirable, and back again in like, three weeks.
I keep getting job offers in Seattle because I registered that I lived in Washington on some website. Should I relocate? Perhaps. But I despise Seattle.
Also, all my new songs will be under the moniker "Fool Killer" in an obscure Marvel comic reference.
"the Entrails of the Last Priest" no longer exists. R.I.P.
I love you, but i can give up if you want me to. I mean, as in not calling at 4:30am. I want to be your friend but...I have nightmares of you fucking other people...Also, I am an idiot. I really want her to not fuck this new guy.

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i had more voicemails in the two days my phone wasn't working than i did in the past three months that i've had my phone.
but most of them were from someone i care about immensely.
so it's ok!

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so i tattoo instructions on my ass, that say 'don't ever put this body in a casket', burn it and put the ashes in a basket, and throw them in the puget sound, i don't ever want to be underground