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Kitti, the Unstoppable Hex Machine

...and a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries...

Critical Mass in 3...2...1...
photography, Kitti, art, me, kink
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can't cope with this anymore. I think I'm going to quit my job and fuck all the plans I've made for a better future and whatnot. I'll just be doley and ruin my credit rating, sell all my worldly possessions and leave the country for 3 years and my debt will just be written off by then.

Maybe I'll even stay away.

Perhaps I could just change my name and hit the streets again. Make money busking and doing bizarre abstract portraits of people on the streets... maybe stow away on a ship or two and get taken to the nearest port when I'm discovered... go to prison for a time.

Seriously. This pressure is going to explode me. My entire body is close to meltdown. All I can seem to do is get drunk or take drugs to relieve the pain and it isn't just emo-pussy emotional pain. This is giving me muscle and stomach cramps, to a point where I'm immobalised sometimes. It's making me nauseous and fucking up my diet pattern, not to mention my sleeping pattern.

Fuck it all. Just... gah!