Feb. 11th, 2014

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Camped out on the bathroom floor all night. Last I looked, Fang and Fangy were in a stalemate in the next room evil eyeballing each other across the room, but neither agreeing to leave. Then morning comes, they pull the drapes and next thing I know they're both comatose on my hotel bed where I really want to be myself because I still feel as sick as a dog. I don't think either of them realised that in their pissing contest, they both forgot to actually take care of me.

And people wonder why I'm fed up with my life. I always end up alone and fending for myself.

Pushed them both on the floor (not like I can fucking kill them, is it?) and got in bed myself. Contemplating cutting my losses and getting on the next flight to fucking anywhere but here or home.

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