Entry #720- Half-dead from compairing myself to everyone else around me
Thinking about death really scares me, actually. It didn't used to, but then I was contemplating it before bed last night... and it was one of those insane eye-openers where you get this mental image and so many things make so much more sense. And my dream was terrible times a billion, but had nothing to do with death. I won't talk about it, but it was kind of bah.
Funerals depress me. I have one to go to later today for Harold, and I want to go, but they still make me all weird inside.
I'm so incoherent today.
10 hours wasn't enough to satisfy my sleep starvation.
Manda
Funerals depress me. I have one to go to later today for Harold, and I want to go, but they still make me all weird inside.
I'm so incoherent today.
10 hours wasn't enough to satisfy my sleep starvation.
Manda