Maks

If you see that convicted repeat sex offender ever around here again can you please just fuck them right the fuck off.

I'm about ready for another mega burnt out post. I'll probably miss Mr. Jack, I don't care where that was going but he's been a good friend in the past week when my bubble was dying. He had a fucking spine in a world full of worms.

This shit with fucktards trying to encircle me has to stop when all I want is a place to post whatever fucking shit.

God damn I doubt my endurance for putting up with what is basically a different fucking species of such.... dumb piece of shit people in the fucking world. I am so close to being like one of Harlow's monkeys in the pit of despair, especially without my Jazz it is basically all my existence is now, an endurance test and I was always the type for short fast strong bursts of the organism I am and while when it comes to endurance.... well I guess still better than a fair chunk because a lot of people are really fat and unfit but it is not my strong point... and the whole mind vs body is rubbish really because the mind is the body, the mind and body are not two seperate organisms, they are essentially in every way the same fucking thing, the same fucking organism... I just need a joint or 200 I guess and one day I guess another creature that has lost everything will need me to look after them and try and make whatever I can good for them and give them whatever I can.... but right now I'm worried that as it sinks in I will lose those ever flimsy threads of any semblance of sanity I have. My whole body is one giant cramp and it actually really physically feels like I've been punched hard on both sides of the front of my brain.... my frontal lobes probably already have a dirty big hole in them anyway I guess. If I don't manage to shut my head off and get some sleep then I should probably go to the doctor to get a short course of valium.... Even then though everything is spent as Jazz ended up costing more than the pittance I get in trying to keep her comfortable and everything for as long as was fair on the poor old girl (You know she was nearly 20 years old) and then she began to suffer and there was nothing that could be done, I played cat music for her in the last days and got the vet to do a home visit so that she could at least pass away in her favorite spot at home.

Hike time for me. Just.... fuck it. The only thing in the past 15 years I could stand being with all the time was that cat. Don't even bother with a cruel remark as if I didn't already know what a pile of fucking shit literally everything is.