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oversleeping to the point of a fever is not fun, no matter how warranted.
i think i could feel my muscles atrophy.
i want to view the incoming summer as a great time to be had. i want to enjoy it and laugh. last summer was probably one of the best i have had, thanks to the friends i made and grew to love. but now it seems like i am entering into this uncertain period. my best friend's life has changed drastically. i don't know how this is going to end up. he will be ok. but there will be a strained length of time to go through, i'm sure. and my "best friend", whom i have not liked much at all the last few months, has finally snapped. one message is all "i love you" and the next is "i hate you". she doesn't seem to understand that she burned me out. any caring dried up a long time ago and the only way it can be replenished is if she leaves me the fuck alone for a bit. a constant barrage of phone calls and text messages and other people calling me "just wanted to say hey, and by the way, you should really call her" is really tiring.
i have to go finish cleaning.
as i slept, i dreamed of this song being played constantly in the background:
this is not a love song, this is not a love song
...and i haven't listend to pil in a really fucking long time.
i think i could feel my muscles atrophy.
i want to view the incoming summer as a great time to be had. i want to enjoy it and laugh. last summer was probably one of the best i have had, thanks to the friends i made and grew to love. but now it seems like i am entering into this uncertain period. my best friend's life has changed drastically. i don't know how this is going to end up. he will be ok. but there will be a strained length of time to go through, i'm sure. and my "best friend", whom i have not liked much at all the last few months, has finally snapped. one message is all "i love you" and the next is "i hate you". she doesn't seem to understand that she burned me out. any caring dried up a long time ago and the only way it can be replenished is if she leaves me the fuck alone for a bit. a constant barrage of phone calls and text messages and other people calling me "just wanted to say hey, and by the way, you should really call her" is really tiring.
i have to go finish cleaning.
as i slept, i dreamed of this song being played constantly in the background:
this is not a love song, this is not a love song
...and i haven't listend to pil in a really fucking long time.