...I think too much.

There's just too much going around in my head to get it all out. I might not got anything put down here. But here goes...
I was thinking about unconditional love yesterday. What about if someone does something really horrible? For example, in The Sixth Sense, when the daughter is slowly poisoned to death by her mother. What if the father had discovered what was going on, stopped the mother, and the daughter ended up surviving? Should she forgive the mother, and tell her "Mom. I still love you."? NO. FUCK THAT. The mother should fucking rot in hell for doing that to her daughter. I mean that's some sick, twisted shit to do to another person. I mean what the fuck is going through her mind when she's pouring rat poison into her daughter's soup every day. Does she feel trapped somehow by her? I mean what the fuck could cause someone to do that kind of shit?
You know what else? I'm sick and tired of hearing the fucking word "fabulous." This dress is fabulous. Did you see that movie????? OMG, it was FABULOUS. FUCK! If I hear one more person use that word to describe ANYTHING I'm gonna gouge their eyes out with a hot blowtorch nozzle. You know whats fabulous? When I blow hot diarrhea on your face straight from my asshole.
Ok. I'm a bit better now.
Moving on, I feel a little better today, but I still feel exhausted. This is what I looked like this morning:

I'm not hungover or anything. Just feeling like shit. Despite that, I think I'm sleeping decently on the floor bed.