God, I shouldn't have smoked so much. My head's fuzzy. Fusty.
God, this hospital's horrible. Like 1979. Stepped straight out of a time warp. Buildings with legs, now that's a horrible thought.
God, I've always had a problem spelling that word. Straight. Ever since I was young. I wonder what that says about me, Freud. I can remember teachers shouting at me. God, you're all horrible.
God, my heart's hurting. Feels like it's stuffed with tobacco, grey and used. Second-hand heart ticking away in my chest, someone else's chest. Heartbeat… heartbeat… heartbeat… heartbeat… heartbeat…
I feel you.
Sorry, it.
God, there's no water in this water bottle. It's like a metaphor for life, or something.
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I honestly don't take drugs!
This wasn't really inspired by anything... Either that, or it was inspired by so many things I can't remember! Short, I know, but at least it's new!
I had an amazing time in Devon.
