Saturday(wake and bleed)

 
 Wake up.
What's that itch.
It feels like  a bitch.
Get up.
It took you so long to follow the light.
To that bathroom door.
Rise and shine.
You should shave your face to leave behind any suspicion.
First thing first.
That itch in your nostril.
It feels like a booger.
So get it out.
Toilet paper should suffice.

........

 What the fuck is this?
Fuck already?
How much did I do last night?
I still have 120 left.
Fuck me.
What happened to me?
Why won't it stop?
Stuff that nose up with teepee.
It's all over the sink.
I should clean that.
This toilet paper is drenched in my crimson spirit.
Demolished from bad decisions made by a degenerate who won't stop until the last drop drips.

Fuck me side ways.  
Just take a nap, let it dry and finish what you started.
If you die you will be too dead to be ashamed of yourself.
120 left and it's 7am.
At 8 am this happens.
Just use the left for most of today.

What happened to you?

Go away and let me enjoy this.

Die and let me live with vigor.

When I die we all go.


Fuck these headaches I want a bump.
A fat one.

.........

Fuck yea. That burned a bit. Oh wow that was the right side.
What ever.

When I'm done here its back to weed and text books.

I can't do this forever.

Just a bit longer.

The bleeding stopped.

More.