“We are all in prison. I built mine myself, but that doesn’t make it any easier to get out of.”
- Me: Man, my eyebrows itch. (Having just plucked them.) Wish there were something I could do to soothe it...
- My brain: *gazing lazily upon the lighter in my right hand*...You could just burn it off. I mean, I wonder what that would be like? It would solve the problem...
- Me: ...Uh wut. Go home brain, you're drunk. Wtf. *scratches itch* Ugh. So morbid. *wanders off* Smh.
Someone come smoke me out a blunt.
I’m very uncomfortable for… reasons.
Need. Medicating. Now.