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I haven't picked up a pen in a month. Haven't worked out in a month. Haven't found one new band in two months. Took me a whole 2 weeks to finally paint my jaded nails. I'm exhausted. Always. Perpetually. Indelibly. I fall asleep standing up, sitting down, working, driving, thinking. I have 9 hours of energy per day. The rest lapses into a siege of exhaustion. This is a courtesy of my estrogen pills... And I'll leave that at that. But I have been shopping - designer shopping; Neiman Marcus, Saks Fifth, Bloomie's, Blue Cult, Miss Sixty. And I've been eating - sugar, pure sugar, brown sugar, Equal, Splenda. And fighting hurricanes left and right. And reading the worst book ever written. And falling in love with a boy who doesn't exist... And I'll leave that at that.
Ujournal died and took my most intimate thoughts with it. And I've always hated this journal. I'm adding some of you to my shameless new one.
I have a chaotic orchestration of time.
au revoir.
Ujournal died and took my most intimate thoughts with it. And I've always hated this journal. I'm adding some of you to my shameless new one.
I have a chaotic orchestration of time.
au revoir.