WHAT DO I WANT TO WRITE NOW?
That I am insane and I owe my mother much more than my life right now and that I should either be locked up or tortured or killed quietly on the side, very quickly and painlessly right now for being such a pain in the ass dickhead of a son all these 17 plus years? Yes, but so what? I'm here and it really should stand for something that here we are and there HAS to be SOMETHING for me to do besides blow up in anger every whatever it is, have painful, crippling sciatica every whenever, and labyrinthitis or whatever this nauseating dizzyspell-nesses every whenever as well. Happy Ramadan every one!
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