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sunday night.
i spent the entire day sleeping. when i got to work i felt like i was about to pass out. i could barely move or speak and felt shakey and weak. i laid in the break room for almost an hour trying to dim the lights with my mind. trying to focus, unblur the room.
i'm pretty sure i'm suffering from anemia. my body feels exhausted. my mind weak and scattered. so many things have been piling on top of me in the past week that it's all culminating into this. something. here. inside of me.
i've been trying to keep my mind off things.
i finally got the new fog album, ditherer. it's beautiful. there is only one other person i know that listens to fog and he won't speak to me. i'm retreating into the past. i'm sinking into a place i don't understand. feeling lost, scared and confused. i would love to speak to him, go for tea, watch a film but he will not.
this is probably good for him. to avoid me. hell, it's probably good for me too but to think that we may never be friends ever again hurts my heart so much.
i can't write what i want to write. my head is cloudy. the dryer is rumbling. i am drinking lychee lime tea and wishing i could sleep forever.
sleep forever.
i spent the entire day sleeping. when i got to work i felt like i was about to pass out. i could barely move or speak and felt shakey and weak. i laid in the break room for almost an hour trying to dim the lights with my mind. trying to focus, unblur the room.
i'm pretty sure i'm suffering from anemia. my body feels exhausted. my mind weak and scattered. so many things have been piling on top of me in the past week that it's all culminating into this. something. here. inside of me.
i've been trying to keep my mind off things.
i finally got the new fog album, ditherer. it's beautiful. there is only one other person i know that listens to fog and he won't speak to me. i'm retreating into the past. i'm sinking into a place i don't understand. feeling lost, scared and confused. i would love to speak to him, go for tea, watch a film but he will not.
this is probably good for him. to avoid me. hell, it's probably good for me too but to think that we may never be friends ever again hurts my heart so much.
i can't write what i want to write. my head is cloudy. the dryer is rumbling. i am drinking lychee lime tea and wishing i could sleep forever.
sleep forever.