She's one in a million, which makes my chances about a million to one - like finding all the answers to every single question you've ever asked yourself while you're staring down the barrel of a loaded gun...
April Fools and drug withdrawal. Not as cool as it sounds when you're reading it in print. In reality it is cold sweats and dizzy spells. It is nausea and anxiety. Need them pills back bad. Called the psych but they never called me back. Brushed me off, but I'm a more stout defender than most. I don't mind a mismatch. If I can bring down Victor Vito seven times in one match I can bring this bored American git down in one fell swoop.
Show him the sideline so he thinks he's got enough room to take me on the outside, then swarm. Quick, agile, low, fearless. I want those red capsules, motherfucker, and I'm comin' to get 'em.
See, I've been going without for almost three days now. Not good news. Can't get anything done because I can't think properly. The return of the anxiety is the worst part. I don't want to go outside. I want to stay locked away until my head is level again. I'm on a knife-edge. Not cool. Totally lame.
I got you yesterday, Freckle. Bet you still love me, though. Kinder words to come in future. Promise.
I need to sleep now. My head is a mess at the moment. I feel spaced out and ethereal, but not in a good way. It's like being on heroin without the added bonus of feeling awesome. Just the come down. Goddamn, welcome to bi-polarity. See you at the top, or below the bottom.
Who fooled you best on April 1?
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