Itching for something malicious

I can't put myself to sleep for one apparent reason. Malice. It's so excruciating. My eyes are starting to hurt, what, for a lousy fix. I'm pathetic. I need to get laid. Yet you can't spell and get laid without ladies. Life is woe and woe is me. The sun's about to come up and I'm stuck here with no cure whatsoever. This is just embarrassing.

Fuck weekends.

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