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The best thing I could think of happening to me right now is becoming unconscious until you speak to me. Hand me a poison apple or spinning wheel, please. Just let me sleep until you come to me. I don't want to go through this suffering. I don't want to die, either, because then I couldn't speak to you. I would lay limp and unthinking for years if it meant I could wake up to you. I would waste all of my life to avoid my suffering until you speak to me.

But there's no way that can happen. Most likely, I'm going to suffer. I can't decide whether I'm scared to suffer. Maybe I'm afraid of losing hope. Right now I want to live, but I'm afraid of losing that desire. So I'd rather be unconscious, so it'd be impossible for me to contemplate suicide. I'm scared of the possibility that I'll think it best to die again.

Hump day

Wednesday is Hump Day! Smack in the middle of the work week, it's the day that the ire of school students and full-time employees peak. After that, they start looking forward to the upcoming weekend. So, if you were to graph the ire, the graph would look like a hump.

I've decided to start celebrating Hump Day on my G+ profile. How to do that? One way is to post camels, the patron creature of humps! Besides Quasimodo, that is. The other way is to consider humping, or pelvic thrusting, and post something sexy. I'm doing more of the latter, particularly in defiance of the recognition of Sexual Sunday. I did get two camels in there, though. It may surprise you to know that one of those camels also fit in that second category of posts. Oh, furries~

You never actively look for NSFW images; you're the text type, reading fanfic galore. But you always appreciated those images with me when I came across them. I bet you'd like the eyecandy that's on my profile today. I'll add Quasimodo in a bit.

I hope you've had a good week. Look forward to the weekend!