Breakfast-Farts vol. 2

i've been wound up since April. feels that way at least. i'm now for the first time seriously contemplating medication, if only because the line between the internal and the external is becoming thinner and thinner, almost evaporating. i can't tell where other people being assholes ends and where me being an asshole begins. it's getting heavy. and when i say "heavy" i mean "heavy"..like i've got eggs filled with lead where my joints should be. like my chest cavity is a collection of open nerves that shrieks from the even the most gentle gust of wind.