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Apparently, being an insomniac is the newest thing on my ever growing list of problems. The supposed insomnia seems to have morphed itself into a disgusting virus that I just had to become infected with. It's as if breathing is seemingly useless, since it returns with no results.
I vehemently refuse to be sick. I'm not going to sit around for a week and waste time. This idiotic drivel which is a sad excuse for a novel has taken on a mind of it's own, and it's filled with horrific plot twists. A happy ending, you say? Where's the fun in that? My head is continuously pounding, and I have no method of stopping it. Even nicotine and alcohol seem to have no effect. All hope is lost, not.
I think I can hear the brat calling me. He has this annoying habit of moaning in the middle of the night if he doesn't feel me in the bed. He's like a limpet, the way he won't stop clinging to me and touching me all of the time. One would think he has some sort of separation anxiety.
I tried writing, but apparently it's not going anywhere, since I'm wasting my time writing in this stupid thing. I hate journals. Don't ask me why I even bothered...Oh, it's because Shuichi started crying, as usual, and to get him to stop from destroying my laptop with his bodily fluids, I said I'd get one. I hate these things. I really do.
Whatever. This is the perfect excuse for more people to bother me.
[[For the record, if someone wants to contact me, you can either use my normal AIM: Tantric Wrench; or my -new- character name: Yuki Eiri x]]
I vehemently refuse to be sick. I'm not going to sit around for a week and waste time. This idiotic drivel which is a sad excuse for a novel has taken on a mind of it's own, and it's filled with horrific plot twists. A happy ending, you say? Where's the fun in that? My head is continuously pounding, and I have no method of stopping it. Even nicotine and alcohol seem to have no effect. All hope is lost, not.
I think I can hear the brat calling me. He has this annoying habit of moaning in the middle of the night if he doesn't feel me in the bed. He's like a limpet, the way he won't stop clinging to me and touching me all of the time. One would think he has some sort of separation anxiety.
I tried writing, but apparently it's not going anywhere, since I'm wasting my time writing in this stupid thing. I hate journals. Don't ask me why I even bothered...Oh, it's because Shuichi started crying, as usual, and to get him to stop from destroying my laptop with his bodily fluids, I said I'd get one. I hate these things. I really do.
Whatever. This is the perfect excuse for more people to bother me.
[[For the record, if someone wants to contact me, you can either use my normal AIM: Tantric Wrench; or my -new- character name: Yuki Eiri x]]