dear diary,
the car wont start and im to hot to sleep. its 73 degrees in here and i am now expierencinginng symptoms of my newly diagnosed PTSD, and i cant seem to get comfortable. i tried sleeping under a table like the lady told me that allot of war heroes do, and some find help by nurturing a snake, which i have for years, but the heat (the affair took place in the hot summer) and now the separation from his wife and not being able to apologize for my behaviors has left me utterly painless and lacking in remorse in such a way, i find myself humiliated that i ever wanted to apologize IN THE FIRST GD PLACE however, i will continue to belittle myself on an almost hourly basis until i have made every point humanly and sub humanly possibly or until the fat homo mf loses the weight he wanted to lose anyway because he cant eat when he has anxiety and his job performance is PROLLY pretty superior about now and im sooper sorry about that but a whore hasta do what a whore hasta do just to be able to get up in the morning and look another whore in the face.
