existential nonsense on a humid day

[luvpumpkin]

i am disengaged from any sense of myself.
i understand with some part of my brain that i am a human and that i am on the couch and that i have a job and may at some point have to pee.
i understand that my fingers are moving quickly over small black boxes called keys and that the symbols appearing are letters that hopefully, with luck, make words.

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[mckee92]

Its dreadfully hot here too, in a terribly squalid way, like a swamp. I'm also stuck with no purpose, I have nothing to do, little to occupy my attention, and even a few days of it is getting on my nerves, I'll have weeks of it if I don't get myself doing something.

Perhaps I'll swing by and borrow some poetry while I wander, looking for a moor or a hillside. It'd be nice to have something to read up there.

[luvpumpkin]

sounds perfect! maybe i will meet you there! im needing a little bit of a change!

[mckee92]

Wonderful, conversation is always preferable to books, or so I think.

[luvpumpkin]

i'd say books are better... but then again, i haven't before had someone who was good at conversation... (you appear to be, however!)

[greenanimal]

where did "Halloween acid house" come from?

[luvpumpkin]

its what i named my head LOL the many rooms are decorated by my moods... a weird place i often feel stuck in and other times i long to see the next room. sounds ridiculous, but it is what i knew to be ME before i learned what BPD was.