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Sundays, huh? Always bringing out the worst in me. Too much time to think, that's what Sunday's problem is. I've been on the internet for four hours doing nothing. It really sucks. But I've got nothing better to do. I'm poor, so I can't go anywhere, not to mention I don't have a ride... blech... I feel really gross. I slept until one in the afternoon today because I've been so restless lately. Sleep just doesn't come the way it used to. I feel like I'm teetering on the brink of an anxiety attack. My grades are slipping, I'm not paying attention in class, my dad's becoming increasingly frustrated with everything I do, I'm afraid my girlfriend is on the verge of leaving me, I've got a horrible case of cabin fever, and I'm so damn close to adulthood it's scary. And of course these damn Sundays just enhance my foul mood. I'm not particu;arly angry, or depressed... it's like a weird lethargy, a perpetual state of boredom permeated with dull habits and the same damn thoughts. Bah... It's fucking December. I should be bouncing off the walls. Christmas is coming, schools almost over (for the time being), and the weather should be changing (not that it has yet). Bah...