I don’t know what any of this is. Tell me what I’m supposed to be doing. I walk and I walk and I get where I need to go. Where I need. What I need. When I need. I need I need I need. 

Don’t even fuck with that shit.

Shut up.

Typing.

Writing.

Writing.

Typing.

HA!

Get on with it, cowboy. 

Get off it.

Get on with it.

Typing.

Writing.

Writing.

Typing.

It’s not going too well. 

Things are broke.

Things are tired.

Things are scared.

Things are old.

This shit, this same shit. 

Repeat it. Leave it. Repeat it.

Just let go.

That. This. That. This. 

Who cares, right?

Right?

RIGHT?

Right.

It’s so stupid.

You should probably not write this anymore.

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