Re: Rachel's New Thread

I'm so bored I don't know what else to do.

Here's what I'm thinking.

Nobody reads this.

This is crazy.

I am a total f*cking loser and I should just go watch television.

I would do drugs, if I could get clean sh*t, or at least, sh*t that
wouldn't f*ck (oh, who cares about the apostrophes) with my system.

When I think of Bobby, it makes me think to want to stay clean, to be
with him, but it's so stupid, he doesn't care, why should I? So, Bob
can handle his drugs, what should I do with my life. It's ruined.

Big sigh.

But I sure am glad I quit smoking.

But I think I have damaged my lungs forever. I can't tell. Maybe they
haven't healed yet. I don't talk to anyone, except a little on the
phone, and my voice ain't normal yet. That's scary. I've been quit for
a month. What if I lost my voice forever. Seriously, because I was
coughing so hard for so long.

Sh*t, nobody cares, least of all Bob Dylan, give it up Rachel, it's
all a coincidence, you are projecting, it's not about you, he's not
singing aobut you, he didn't read your letters, he's not reading the
Internet, or the web, or whatever this is called, RMD, you are a total
fucking loser, you have no life, you never will, you are a burden and
a waste, oh, Julian reads this, yeah, great, my only friend, and he's
an ***. Oh, I am just bitching and moaning, I'm sorry, sh*t, I
just feel like such a fucking NUTCASE!!!!!!!!!!! I am BORED!!!!!

Seriously, I think I just do this because I am bored.

Or the coffee.

Or I like talking to Boob.

He's a Boob.

He's too old for me.

Except for sex.

We could have sex.

Ok, I'll ask.

I'll send up the line a phone call, to Mr. Dylan, there's a woman down
south who would like you to *** her. She's old enough. She's 36.

Oh, what's that?

That's too old?

Oh, sorry to bother you.

Ok, bye.

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