I'm starting to crack

It's cold and I am sick of working, why can't I just have money without having to go through all of this monotonous shit.

Police called me an hour before I was supposed to be there and told me they don't need to see me they are taking everything they have (i don't even know what that is!) to the prosecutor. So I'll hear of my fate tomorrow or Monday. Funny thing was, hearing that didn't scare me or make me feel anything actually except glad that no police will be twisting my words or trapping me now.

Then I went to work and spent the day thinking of ways to find pills.... I didn't actually come up with an answer to this but my source is seriously drying up so must find a solution.

My dreams between broken withdrawal sleep last night were seriously fucked up. Worse than anything I've ever even seen in horror films. A stiched up woman with her organs on show ripping body parts off and tearing herself in half then flying around with broken wings protruding from this messed up human body. It had started with people wired up to machines giving them blood then worked its way to that.

Not used to such vivid, freakish dreams. I'm sure Freud would love it.
 
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