More Wess' and more Random

"You know what you need
A
BIG
BIG
BIG
Heap
of Self control"

T__T true.

"Tsch, don't shake your head at me Ms. Lack of Self Control"
"Haha. I'm not that... bad... Wait I am"

Good afternoon. I'm still.... Dead feeling. No real emotion at the moment. I just feel tired. Tired and you know.. Lack of love/anything that brings smile.

"Oh by the way.. My mom bought a pack of Jolly Ranchers today and when she opened the pack up and titlted it to the side to get a candy, a BIG piece of dirty plastic fell out. So she called the company. And guess where this specific bag was packaged"
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"C
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D
A. I'm like "oh lord, they're at it again" "
"Haha, oh gawd"
"I'm so serious. Okay. Here's a list.
1) When Bush started the whole "War on Terror" Canada gave us their support....support as in 2 tanks (I kid you not) and a few hundred soldiers
2) It was THEIR cattle that started the recent mad cow in the USA
3) Two years ago they caused a major New York blackout because the employeees at the power plant weren't doing their job. We have EVIDENCE it was their fault, yet they blame it on Ohio
4) They put shit in their Jolly Ranhcer bags
5) They have no Space Station or any Space program technology
6) Their leader is a sadistic psychopath who hates America just because he's jealous"
"funny"
"Can you tell I'm not fond of Canada? XD"
"lol, yup"
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Ehh.. Tired. Weary weary.
Sad, in the back of my head. It aches.
Someone help me.

Before I tear off my own face. It's hard not to do. Wear away. I did last night, but at lest I haven't today.
It's too hard.. It's all too hard.
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5:00- Oh god. I'm going insane. That's creepy... I was looking up, and then I saw a bunch of spots that looked like little flies flying around, and they were sparkly.. like sparks. I followed them with my eyes, realized it was my mind.

What the fuck does that mean. Does that mean I'm dying?
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Wess has a fun away message.

Moscow Moscow
Sleepy sleepy sleep....

PS - If anyone has some spare amounts of "self-control" please donate them to my dear friend Tanya. She is self-controll-less and if she isn't cured soon her life will resort to living in the slums with a hobo named Charlie. God bless all you mofos.

Nah, I'm kidding, God can bite me
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Hahaha. *shakes head* Donate me sanity please.