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ok, so I've been doing better lately. I mostly work. Work is what I do most of the time. I sit longingly at work and wonder where my life went as I see other people, living their lives, like I used to, and the wall between me and them, it seems so goddamned thick, but I do think it'll come back, this life I remember having. At work my mind becomes infantile to suit the labor.
I want to get really drunk. It's like erasing a dirty dirty dirty dirty blackboard, so you can write all over it again. It really is!
while I do the dishes at work, I play "Maggie's Farm" on the boombox lovingly provided by whoever the fuck. Zero of my coworkers appreciate the irony of playing that song while being Panera's bitch, it seems. I don't like anything, and I hate the alternatives it seems sometimes, but I'm clearly wrong. Whenever the day ends, I thank it for being over and curse the next one as it comes back looking like its older brother. I am naive in the evilest ways currently, until...
I'll never be everyone's best friend but sometimes stimulants bring me closer. I am not speaking of speed-freak speed but only of soda and coffee drank in mass quantities while attending to stupid bullshit. Because of said hypermatizing liquids, I am fucked with a mind that thinks and won't sleep. I am tired of thinking of me, so I will go to my friend page and think of you.
Goodnight
I am doing alright
ok, so I've been doing better lately. I mostly work. Work is what I do most of the time. I sit longingly at work and wonder where my life went as I see other people, living their lives, like I used to, and the wall between me and them, it seems so goddamned thick, but I do think it'll come back, this life I remember having. At work my mind becomes infantile to suit the labor.
I want to get really drunk. It's like erasing a dirty dirty dirty dirty blackboard, so you can write all over it again. It really is!
while I do the dishes at work, I play "Maggie's Farm" on the boombox lovingly provided by whoever the fuck. Zero of my coworkers appreciate the irony of playing that song while being Panera's bitch, it seems. I don't like anything, and I hate the alternatives it seems sometimes, but I'm clearly wrong. Whenever the day ends, I thank it for being over and curse the next one as it comes back looking like its older brother. I am naive in the evilest ways currently, until...
I'll never be everyone's best friend but sometimes stimulants bring me closer. I am not speaking of speed-freak speed but only of soda and coffee drank in mass quantities while attending to stupid bullshit. Because of said hypermatizing liquids, I am fucked with a mind that thinks and won't sleep. I am tired of thinking of me, so I will go to my friend page and think of you.
Goodnight
I am doing alright