I decided to get creative and write down as many languages I knew the word 'fuck' in. (Yes 'frak' is a Battlestar Galactica reference. Don't you look at me like that. It was a good show.)
I can't stand it anymore. I can't fucking take this.
There's fucking nothing. Nothing about them anymore. Nothing makes me happy. I look at them and I feel nothing but sick, but when I look at their eyes
What am I looking for? What is it?
I don't know anymore. I don't know. I dont' know what I'm looking for. But I feel like I have a goal, but I don't know what it is.
But there's a memory attached to it. I am trying to find the significance in it. Trying to remember through all the wine and confusion and the sex. Fucking Greece. At least being part of Dionysus's cult was fun. Oooh yes I had some adventures back then...
Auugh my readers. Just ignore my minor meltdown. Its trivial. Its pointless...
I hope you are all doing well. Especially you Jessie, dear. You poor thing... I can only wish and hope and pray for you to be alright.