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July 28th, 2009
04:23 am - zero three
I'm painfully itchy. It's hot and sticky and I don't understand why life is determined to make me so goddamn uncomfortable.
Things aren't... fun. Anymore. Hmph. As if that sums it up. I'm trying to see the good in all of this but everything keeps = 'greater-or-equal to' progression of shit. I'm trying to be an optimist. "there is nothing left."
simmer.
I should be feeling wonderful and I keep feeling muddy or boneless or something. Not even the good kinds. Are there good kinds? Heh.
Chores? No. Hm. Tasks? NO? Double hmmm. What's fun again anyway? Isn't this supposed to be an adventure? It's really not that bad but it's boring and overwhelming all at the same time and I just can't seem to get a break. (Well, in both the recuperative sense and the lady-luck kind.)
I should be more thankful. I can't sleep. Doors are open. I would appreciate some quiet. I never realized someone could feel so lonely in such a loud place. It's like a white noise cocoon that isn't comfortable but who wants to go outside anyway?
Don't answer that. xD
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11:48 am - IIII
Fuck everything else ladyfriend. Things aren't as bad as you keep making them out to be.
Chill out. ♥
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