"I know I'll be fine on my own,"

lied Duy in his head.

Shit I never get shit done! WTF MATE! Okay do something right now to prove that you're not useless.

5 minutes later..

FUCK! NOTHING! Christ. It's so effing hard to do ANYTHING right. Acutally, anything at all..right OR wrong. You know what? Sometimes I wish I were more religious. I have this wild idea that if I actually held a belief, I'd be able to keep it, then again I'd probably skip church anyways. Fuck didn't I use to be catholic? OH GOD HELP ME. My life has been led down a dusty trail. by fucking yours truly. Duy? never listen to yourself anymore. FUCK wait. This is fucking paradoxical..if I listen to what I just said..then..FUCK never mind. fuck this. Duy, I think your problem is you talk too much. OH and you over analyze like a fuckign BITCH. Shit. and you trucking cuss too much for your darn good! SIGHHSIGHSIGH.

10 minutes later

you know what? I lied, I'm fucking awesome just the way I am. NIGHT BITCHES.