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[miniskirtjerk]

I'm pathetically trying to cover up a hickey with a strand of pearls. My body is exhausted and overused, but I feel like if I sleep then I'll waste time that could be used to: smoke more cigarettes, paint my fingernails pink, color, daydream, read, meander and avoid all the bad things. I really have no goal or focus, I thought maybe I was grabbing hold of something, but I've somehow lost my grasp and feel as though I'm doomed to wander through my life doing a whole bunch of nothing. Which is frighteningly satisfying.

I'm knitting a blanket but I don't think it will ever get cold enough for me to use it.