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tonight is a night for working a lot and feeling like nothing is getting accomplished.
i talked to the exbf for a while this afternoon online.
sometimes i think i miss him, but not really.
i probably just miss having someone to give me sympathy and advice and attention and devotion.
you know, stupid things like that.
i should be writing a 4ish page paper now. but i haven't really written in so long that i hardly know what i'm doing since academics are a weak point after letting art classes consume my life. one of those factors blocking out my london dream.
i should stop listening to sad people like elliott smith and damien rice and the like but i can't.
i need cleo.
i don't procrastinate so much as sit and contemplate things that suck.
i talked to the exbf for a while this afternoon online.
sometimes i think i miss him, but not really.
i probably just miss having someone to give me sympathy and advice and attention and devotion.
you know, stupid things like that.
i should be writing a 4ish page paper now. but i haven't really written in so long that i hardly know what i'm doing since academics are a weak point after letting art classes consume my life. one of those factors blocking out my london dream.
i should stop listening to sad people like elliott smith and damien rice and the like but i can't.
i need cleo.
i don't procrastinate so much as sit and contemplate things that suck.