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Hung over again, it's getting insane. I wish I had some pills to kill the pain in my brain. Early in the morning and I'm already so drained. Christ, please help me unshackle these chains.
I've got callouses on my thumb due to fighting games. When you played with the old SNES controllers, and played fighting games so much, it would eventually happen. I remember when the callouses first formed. I couldn't touch anything with my thumbs because they were so swollen.
His depression was so intense that he has contemplated suicide many times, and in many forms. From the typical roof jump to creative apparatuses hanging above his tub that is designed to drop a toaster in it.
"Wait, I can't get it out of there. It's stuck. You guys got a wrench?"
"Sure!" I say."Let me go find the toolbox."
I fumble around the bar, looking under the cabinets until I finally find the orange toolbox.
"Figures." I say to myself. "A huge toolbox and no fucking wrench."
My legs started to spasm as I continued my fevered dash towards the finish line. A quick glance behind me and I see my rival catching up, a look of determination on his face. With the thought of losing to him hanging over me, I let out one last boost of speed, to edge him out only inches past the finish line.