I am in Sarah's room... she is snoring quite loud. I wish people would come back soon so I can make some fucking music. Then again, I feel like I don't have the skills I used to have to play or write anymore. I have doubts about everything. I feel like baking a cake. A poisonous cake with 400 razorblades inside the batter. I want every stupid asshole to eat it. I want them to like it and say "Wow! Sean, that is quite the fucking cake broham!" Then I want them to vomit up their stomach and bleed internally for several hours. Fuck you stupid assholes, eat my fucking cake and die.
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