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I'm stuck in some sort of funk today. I don't want to do anything and what I do is done half assed. I wish I knew was was really bothering me.

An infection I had as a little girl is plauging my body again. It's going to leave purple pock marks all over my torso that will last for a few agonizing months to remind me of a bad childhood.

My boyfriend is sick of the funk I'm in. No prodding and poking he can do will be able to get me out of it. He comes over and tried to make me feel better, but the closer he gets, the farther away I want him to be.

I was cleaning up this messy place and putting clothes away and somehow, all the clothes I was hanging up reminded me of my ex. Most were summer clothes, which makes sense, because I was living with him this summer, but it was depressing. I don't want to think of him living on the other side of the city with my former best friend as his new girlfriend and possible replacement for me.

I've been listening to the same song on repeat for the past hour. It's a song by the local band The Asthmatics that I fell in love with tonight when my best friend told me to download it. Go there, and download the song Manchester. It's awesome.

I was at my mom's house today, and I found some old pictures in a box in the attic of me and my friends from I don't know how long ago. It was good to see those old times, but it was depressing too. I miss those people, believe it or not, and I'd like to go back and relive those times. It was a good year.

The funk isn't going to go away for awhile, but while it's here, I'm going to enjoy it and go sulk and try to avoid the angry IMs from my boyfriend and friends.