arrrguhghh
3791 minutes to go.
i’m sitting here right now and all i can smell is the stale beer from the 12 or so empty bottles next to me and the putrid plastic smell of the white faux-leather wallet that is holding my plane tickets to oblivion.
Enya is playing in the background, mixed with the loud buzz of my two computers and I find myself wondering to myself, “Why the fuck do I have Enya in my MP3 collection?”. At least that thought momentarily stopped the psychosis…
For gods sakes?! why the hell am I feeling so anxious at the moment? Its ONLY a frikkin’ holiday.
I’ve done a lot with my life that has been a lot more riskier.. I’ve jumped off a 20 story tower.. I’ve stuck my hand in the mouth of a live crocodile.. I’ve put god-knows-what chemicals into my body.. I’ve been married.. I’ve been mugged at knife-point.. I’ve been shot at.. But not one of those things have generated as much anxiety as I have right at this moment.
ah fuck the 20 page long post.. im goin out.
3553 minutes to go……
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