blown out / dysphoric mania

Waste time fucking money energy resources on everything just to be disappointed again and again and again and again and again why none of this ever fucking works none of it why do I expect anything better why fucking why why

I am going to sit in my car and smoke until I can’t see straight and smoke until the windows are so cloudy with resin that nothing will clean them ever fucking again ever ever fucking again I’m sick to fucking death of just being disappointed over and over and over and over and over I hate all this I hate it I fucking hate it I hate that I have to come out to my car to scream

(screaming) wouldn’t it have been amazing if I had died on the way to fucking get it wouldn’t have been amazing if I had not been able to keep my eyes focused on the road because I was so fucking tired because I can’t fucking sleep because my fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking brain is so fucking demented for it to not work to get it home and for it to not work

It is taking every ounce of energy and the baseball bat that I do not have to keep from smashing this thing into a hundred million bits of fucking plastic

Grateful that I am only out 350 that I barely had instead of 500 that I don’t have

Grateful that I have a car in which I can smoke and that this was not my only possibility grateful that I can come out to my car and smoke and smoke and smoke and smoke and smoke and continue to keep smoking in my car because that is all there fucking is why did I think this fucking thing would work

There isn’t a single fucking thing I can do, either I am completely impotent I am completely without recourse there’s nothing I can do zero fucking nothing there’s fucking fucking nothing there’s absolutely nothing there’s nothing nothing all I can do is sit here and smoke and smoke and smoke and continue to just destroy everything

This joint isn’t touching anything.