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Nothing like an East Coast heat wave to bring people crawling back to social media. I’ve cheated on my livejournal with tumblr and I’m not ashamed. It’s so hard to stay loyal to things - boyfriends or journals, but I’m finally being honest when I say I’m really going to try this time. Regular updates and hey! Something I won’t look back on and cringe.
Insomnia is such a typical, boring, and deceiving problem to have. Typical because the second you say that you have insomnia, person B says- I have insomnia, too - right on cue. You will believe them, because what a silly thing to lie about, until you sleep with them, and while you’re staring at the ceiling trying to find the differences in the moldings that line your wall, they’re curled into a ball at your side breathing just a little bit too loudly and taking up valuable personal space. It’s deceiving because all the productive shit you plan on doing is wasted as you steadily watch the clock slowly inch closer to 6 in the morning, and then you have to walk the dog, and shower, and life picks up where sleeping didn’t.
The doctor asked me how I felt about the bags.
"Um…bags? Like shopping bags?"
“No, the ones under your eyes. Do you often have trouble putting things together?"
"Only if they come from Ikea."
He didn’t smile and finished writing the prescription with a jerk of his hand. We’re not going to be friends.
A fly is slowly dying in my light fixture and I’m not sure how to save it. Even with the ladder, my fingers are just sky of touching the glass. I let nice water drip down my shoulder as the buzzing dies. Sometimes, I really can’t wait to move out of this city.
Insomnia is such a typical, boring, and deceiving problem to have. Typical because the second you say that you have insomnia, person B says- I have insomnia, too - right on cue. You will believe them, because what a silly thing to lie about, until you sleep with them, and while you’re staring at the ceiling trying to find the differences in the moldings that line your wall, they’re curled into a ball at your side breathing just a little bit too loudly and taking up valuable personal space. It’s deceiving because all the productive shit you plan on doing is wasted as you steadily watch the clock slowly inch closer to 6 in the morning, and then you have to walk the dog, and shower, and life picks up where sleeping didn’t.
The doctor asked me how I felt about the bags.
"Um…bags? Like shopping bags?"
“No, the ones under your eyes. Do you often have trouble putting things together?"
"Only if they come from Ikea."
He didn’t smile and finished writing the prescription with a jerk of his hand. We’re not going to be friends.
A fly is slowly dying in my light fixture and I’m not sure how to save it. Even with the ladder, my fingers are just sky of touching the glass. I let nice water drip down my shoulder as the buzzing dies. Sometimes, I really can’t wait to move out of this city.