At this second, at this time, I realize that there is nothing in the universe I enjoy more than causing myself angst and immense pain.

I'm sitting in the library waiting for my appointment with impending death.

My heart rate is right now literally around 120 beats per minute and I am desperately trying not to be perfusely sweating or visibly anxious.

I'm basically running into a wall at 120 mph now, and I can feel the years being sucked off my miserable life.

If it was not for music, I would be literally dead right now. Like, fall over with a heart attack dead.

By the way, my anthro grade? Still not posted. How rude.

Ok, going to die now.