Monday, March 28, 2005

One of my goldfish, Jeffrey, was found dead this morning. My room is a giant curse, filled with extreme hatred, angst, evil, insecurities, gloominess. Jeffrey couldn't handle it, and instead, had a huge bruise where his heart was.

I can't even look after a fucking fish, let alone a human being. Fuck.

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