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I went to a reading tonight at Floristree that ended at midnight, and I guess my nervous energy funneled into mania, because now I'm all hyped up.
I adopted a cat last weekend. She doesn't have a name. She's a good girl. I like having her around.
Miranda's in town. Sometimes when I think about her I wish I could cry. I find myself wishing I could cry sometimes, but I can't because of my medicine. It's probably an indulgent and counterproductive desire, anyway. I just feel like I'm holding my breath in every way, sometimes.
Everything's fine. I feel vaguely sad but that doesn't mean anything. I get the urge to drink kind of frequently, lately. Or like, do something else self-destructive. So immature. And meaningless. What am I looking for?
I adopted a cat last weekend. She doesn't have a name. She's a good girl. I like having her around.
Miranda's in town. Sometimes when I think about her I wish I could cry. I find myself wishing I could cry sometimes, but I can't because of my medicine. It's probably an indulgent and counterproductive desire, anyway. I just feel like I'm holding my breath in every way, sometimes.
Everything's fine. I feel vaguely sad but that doesn't mean anything. I get the urge to drink kind of frequently, lately. Or like, do something else self-destructive. So immature. And meaningless. What am I looking for?