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Sometimes I think it might be nice to just spend a weekend huffing gasoline and kill most of my brain.


I'd wake up in a hospital with my family standing around me, crying their eyes out My grinning-idiot self would move into a group home for the mentally handicapped and maybe get a job as janitor or something as part of some government jobs-for-the-disabled program and I'd be far too stupid to dislike it. Too stupid to process emotions like anxiety or bitterness or existential distress. Maybe one day I'd even meet a girl who's also nearly comatose and we'd fall madly in love.

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