Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's off
The dog won't stop barking and I think my TV is blocked
Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane
And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day
The sky is falling, it's fucking pouring
I'm going brain-dead, isolated
God is a shithead and we're his rejects
Traumatized for breakfast, I can't start again, you won't survive the horror
Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin
The dog's gone rabid, shut the fuck up, doing my head in
I keep fading in and out, I don't know where I've been
I feel so hungry, what the hell is happening?
Thе sky is falling, it's fucking pouring
I'm going brain-dead, isolated
God is a shithead and wе're his rejects
Traumatized for breakfast, I can't start again, you won't survive the horror
Dear diary, dog stopped barking, probably 'cause I ate his face
Tasty, itchy, TV say there's no more human race
Kinda sad my whole entire existence been a waste
Ah, nevermind, it's not the end of the world... oh, wait
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