I saw a fucking huge ass insect on my wall and I tried to kill it but it fell to the ground. It was then lost somewhere in between the wall and the dresser. 10 minutes later I was on my bed, finally getting over what was an absolutely traumatizing event, and, yet again, I happen to see another one of my fucking fucks of a fucking fucker, but this time it was much smaller. But size really doesn’t change the existing fact, an insect is a fucking insect; They’re still scary as fuck. Now I’m sitting here on my bed, laptop on lap, as it should be, with a Windex bottle adjacent to my body, looking in every direction i can possibly turn, quite unattractively I might add, waiting for the little mother fucking fucks to come out again (Looking like… )
It’s 2:30AM. Clearly, I’m going to have a hard time waking up… just like every other morning, but I’m going to have an even harder time going to bed. I’m honestly considering pulling an all-nighter, in hopes that the little fuckers come out so I can kill them. I have the biggest fear of insects, it’s not even funny… really, it’s not. I would probably commit suicide if I ever had to be in a situation that included multiple bugs, and I mean that in the most non-disrespectful way, because I know it’s crazy-Psychotic even-But I would do absolutely anything to distance me from insects, every and any insect… forever.
Well, I’m gonna go see to it that I finish my job and go assassinate those little fuckers… talk to yall later,
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