I'm sick of this place.

[orphan-moon.livejournal.com]

I'm sick of this hot weather, sick of being stuck on this rock, sick of never getting enough sleep at night, sick of this damn cough, sick of never knowing what Hell we get dreamed into next, and sick of watching people vanish left and right with no idea of where they're vanishing to.  Even shit like a cruise or a lottery turns out to be some kind of sick taunt, a reward being dangled in front of us so we take enough rope to hang ourselves.  I've had it. 

I've fucking had it.

I'm going out tonight, and everybody had better stay the fuck out of my way.

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[downtorest.livejournal.com]

No one said I should be any different.

[orphan-moon.livejournal.com]

Then stay out of my way.

You want to make sure I'm okay? I'll be back before midnight, and after we get done with beating the crap out of Shadows for the night, you can drink with me till I'm not pissed off anymore.