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It scares me that this is what life will feel like every day for however many more days, months, years, lifetimes. Just sitting around feeling restless, too many things in my head, never really happy, trying to deny myself the worst of escapes.
I'm in the mood to write poetry.
A lot of important things to say, I guess, but I don't feel like saying them. They aren't important enough. A summary:
1) 10 days til Dave in Boston.
2) 11 days til Memphis.
3) One more paper to write.
4) Two more finals to take.
5) Not totally failing econ.
6) I have a stalker.
7) I don't have mono. I've just been sleeping 16 hours a day for some other reason.
*Sigh* So restless, listless, lifeless. What am I going to do with myself?
I'm in the mood to write poetry.
A lot of important things to say, I guess, but I don't feel like saying them. They aren't important enough. A summary:
1) 10 days til Dave in Boston.
2) 11 days til Memphis.
3) One more paper to write.
4) Two more finals to take.
5) Not totally failing econ.
6) I have a stalker.
7) I don't have mono. I've just been sleeping 16 hours a day for some other reason.
*Sigh* So restless, listless, lifeless. What am I going to do with myself?