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Death unto Venus

I need you to slap me and tell me I'm being a retarded faggot for letting it get this bad. This is meant for you. I've been here for damn near two years now, and it's only gotten worse. She takes miles and has eaten up all of my time. To be frank with you, my friend, I'm sick of it. It's disgusting how someone can act like this, so desperately greedy like a masked thief robbing a cashier, but has the whiney outcry when you dare to question it like our 110 time champions. S.E. tactic starting tomorrow. I can't let this be the death of me. I don't care if it hurts her. It should. I hope it does.

A fleshy tomb I'm in. My eyes half squinted most days. Taste on my mouth gets worse each day. Blood would be refreshing. I regret every nice thing I've done for her.

12/26/24