Sunday, April 18th, 2004 | 21:23
I smoke socially because, one day, it might just kill me.

Even for Sunday, today has been bad. I feel horrible and there is nothing I can do but drink beer and eat ice cream.
The cool kids don't mope about it they just go out and kill themselves on the first shot.
I almost broke down
into tears more than the toes
on my hairy feet.
There you are, all my dearests: an unintentional haiku titled To Prove To You I Can't Cope Today (Or How My Moods Always Betray My Age.)
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