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I don't even have the excuse of compulsive tidying for why I'm not doing my essay. I'm just sitting on the floor, fighting the rising nausea and day dreaming of finding real love.
Parts of today I enjoyed. Two low spikes, three high ones. I live a life of extremes metred with long bouts of apathy.
Doctor, doctor, I just want to feel like me again.
I guess falling back in with Blake is the sign of new (old) things to come.
Parts of today I enjoyed. Two low spikes, three high ones. I live a life of extremes metred with long bouts of apathy.
Doctor, doctor, I just want to feel like me again.
I guess falling back in with Blake is the sign of new (old) things to come.