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It's been a strange day. Currently I'm quite tired, but earlier I was bouncing off of the walls, staring manically at people and plotting fictional homocide, now I'm laying in bed, typing, stuck in a rut, unable to figure out how the hell my characters are going to get out of the situation I just put them in and what's going to happen to them down the road.
On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being perfectly passive and mentally stable and 10 being unstable in the worst ways imaginably, I was about a 7 or an 8 today. So pretty bad. Like back when I was in high school and was suicidal/homicidal. That was fun... hoping to finish thi before boxing... which I really don't want to go to tonight. That's how low I feel.
On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being perfectly passive and mentally stable and 10 being unstable in the worst ways imaginably, I was about a 7 or an 8 today. So pretty bad. Like back when I was in high school and was suicidal/homicidal. That was fun... hoping to finish thi before boxing... which I really don't want to go to tonight. That's how low I feel.