I'm becoming increasingly anxious. Of course, school, family, friends etc. are major causes of this, but I'm finding that certain issues are becoming considerately pressing. In a way, I am becoming obsessive.
Basically, I need time to start a website, to sell jewellery, vintage goods and antiques like I've been planning for over a year now.
I need time to write. and write. and write.
I feel like I am going crazy.
Razors pain you, rivers are damp.
Acids stain you, and drugs cause cramps.
Guns aren't lawful, nooses give.
Gas smells awful, you might as well live.
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