Five Hundred & Seventy Three

Theme: Epilepsy, Take Two.

It's the day after my seizure. I can't say I feel my greatest. My tongue is severely chewed up from it and I'm still so fucking pissed about my driving, one more year and I could have been for free. I'd have had the "get go" to be able to drive. I want my own little motor so damn bad.

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