Breakdown: Incomplete

Dammit. I feel it coming. It's not that fun and it sure isn't pretty. I can't fucking think straight. I have so much to write and catch up on. Fuck. I can't type as fast as I'm thinking and I feel like everything is impossible. Maybe I can sort thoughts out then write them later. Everything is falling apart. I don't give a shit anymore though. It won't matter anyways. I plan for the worst expecting the best and what do I get? Fucked over. Yeah; that's right. Fuck it. The human mind is way too fucking complex. Wish I were dead. I don't mean it in a stupid teenager way. I've thought things through and I've seen what goes on. I know how they think and I know it won't change. They always think they're right. I'm stubborn but at least I'm not a dumb fuck. Mother fuckers.