I'm Not Bitter Slipping slowly, deeply, down the drain of my life. Consumed by the darkness of my unfulfilled dreams. Black heat surrounds my lonely-- oh, desperately lonely--body. My existence has become a blur of dissatisfaction and I feel nothing but what I don't have and that is everything. Don't feel bad-- I mean, it's not like it's your fault or anything. Oh yeah, actually, it is.

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