waiting for a punchline

y’know how there is that joke about being so tight you shit a diamond? sorry if i ruined it for you if you didn’t already know. i have so much on my mind at the moment that i am going to die from a diamond embolism, instead of your standard blood clot.

i keep repeating the “whatever doesn’t kill me” mantra, but i am afraid of fail.

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