Dear Diary
... I don't know what to say. I'll write again later.
Later: This is.... nothing. This is sitting around the house, watching the blinds glow, then go dark. glow then grow dark. I listen to the sounds of people making noises outside. I stare at the paintings that clutter the floor. Watching the phone ring, getting so sick of telling people I can't talk right now. Hearing planes full of other brains go by.Hearing the doll tell me to get out and enjoy myself, and forget these problems. all I can think of is empty, smiling faces nodding heads on infomercials. That's what Sickness wants me to be. That's what I think. I think she wants me to be what she wants me to be what she wants me to be what she wants me to be what she wants me to I want to be... I want to be... I want to be Sickness I want to be Sickness.
I want to relax.
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Later: This is.... nothing. This is sitting around the house, watching the blinds glow, then go dark. glow then grow dark. I listen to the sounds of people making noises outside. I stare at the paintings that clutter the floor. Watching the phone ring, getting so sick of telling people I can't talk right now. Hearing planes full of other brains go by.Hearing the doll tell me to get out and enjoy myself, and forget these problems. all I can think of is empty, smiling faces nodding heads on infomercials. That's what Sickness wants me to be. That's what I think. I think she wants me to be what she wants me to be what she wants me to be what she wants me to be what she wants me to I want to be... I want to be... I want to be Sickness I want to be Sickness.
I want to relax.
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