I take to my bed

I’ve taken to my bed again. I lie there all day. It’s all gone to shit, I tell X. You’re shit, I say. You’re the cloud of shit that’s covering my life. I would have been a success without you. I could have done anything better than anyone if it weren’t for you, I say. I would have had gumption, get-up-and-go, a can-do attitude, all that, I say.


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