I'm out of cigarettes

I'm so fucking tired of this god damned struggle, it's not just the drugs, it's a conflict of philosophy and family. It's what I believe is right and wrong, how I want to live my life, and how I am destined to hurt people no matter what I do. I'd like to crawl under my bed and turn blue, I wish the world would end and save me from choosing one form of slavery over the other.

I hate listening to the television, I hate news reporters, I hate politicians, I hate the sound of my own pretentious voice. I don't want any part of it. I don't want a computer or a phone, or actually I'd really love a god damned phone right about.

I'd like to go to a bar right now and get hammered. I usually hate drinking, but I'd love to get drunk right now.

I want an out. I should have been born in the 1500's.

Tomorrow I'll be ashamed of this post.

What the fuck am I doing.

I hope the Astro Zombies come and exterminate the whole god damned lot of us tonight. Good Grief.

If there is a God kill me in my sleep cause I don't have the courage or guts to do it otherwise, and yeah I'm a selfish motherfucker.

My legs are so fucking sore man.

I can't get this painting right, it pisses me off. And I'm out of Ciggarettes.

 

Just found this but I don't know whether it will help or hinder you

Hel: the giant goddess of the underworld. She is half black and half white and lives in the hall Eliudnir ("Sprayed with Snowstorms") in Helheim, where she is served by male Ganglati ("Tardy") and female Ganglot ("Tardy"). According to Snorri "her dish is Hunger, her knife is Famine, her slave is Lazy, and Slothful is her woman servant." Her bed is named Sick Bed, and her bed curtains Gleaming Disaster. Compare Persephone. I'll not bother you again.