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I'm running on two hours of sleep. All I want to do is lie down and pass out but I have too many things to do this afternoon: Watch "Click", cross-stitch, play bass, watch more movies, play Halo 3, play Guitar Hero, eat, don't eat, sleep.
I'm manic but exhausted. It doesn't make sense. I don't know why I stayed up until 5. I don't know why I couldn't sleep. There are things I want to do that I know I can't and I know I shouldn't and there are things I've done that I knew was bad and I knew I shouldn't but I did. And do I regret them? No, not at all. Maybe a little. But there's a fly and it's warm outside and I like the weather, it makes me happy.
Still tired. Still manic. Still at work and still don't give a shit and still have a 3,000 dollar hospital bill to pay. Woo.
I'm manic but exhausted. It doesn't make sense. I don't know why I stayed up until 5. I don't know why I couldn't sleep. There are things I want to do that I know I can't and I know I shouldn't and there are things I've done that I knew was bad and I knew I shouldn't but I did. And do I regret them? No, not at all. Maybe a little. But there's a fly and it's warm outside and I like the weather, it makes me happy.
Still tired. Still manic. Still at work and still don't give a shit and still have a 3,000 dollar hospital bill to pay. Woo.