Wane strain

Ok, here’s the meatloaf.

I finally got a job. I feel free, buying chips and more black nail polish for my janky nails. I should be happy, I am to certain angles and degrees. But there’s this weird feeling that I get when I am alone, like getting whipped with a tapeworm or swallowing chunks of mail. Whatever it is it’s unpleasant and probably means something’s wrong.

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