The Music Of Broken Records

If you have time to have work drinks, then you have time to cook your own dinner. The only good thing in my life is a piece of shit. Selfish, inconsiderate, unreliable, repeatedly letting me down. Broken record relationship. Same fight over and over.

I want to kill myself. I want to kill myself. I want to kill myself. I want to kill myself. These words visually spiral around in my mind (semi-transparent white Monotype Corsiva). I won't. I want to. If I say them enough times, maybe I'll exhaust the supply from which they came. And I will feel better again.