it’s not going away

Why do I feel like there is cement in my blood? Like I’ve been drugged? Like I’m Kirsten Dunst* in Melancholia dragging a huge wedding dress tangled with roots and stuff through the forest? I must be missing some vitamin or something. Can someone come walk my dog, please? Now please. I’ll pay you.

*but with smaller boobs

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