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Sep 10, 2007 09:30

I can not express how unmovitvated I feel to get out of bed let a lone do anything once I've gotten up.
I am going to stop going to work.
and I want to stop going out.
and I want to sleep forever and ever.
And I want to write when I can't sleep anymore.
Until I've said every last thing my mind can remember.
Until every combination of letters and words tumbles out of whatever is left.
And when it's all out, when I have nothing left to offer, then I guess it won't be such a tragedy.
Being this low again was to be expected.

"Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend."

Peace.
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