i find i've got nothing to say.
or plenty to say, just can't find the words. here, i'll try.
i'm awake but my body feels half-dead, like it hasn't caught up with my brain.
my sleep has been altered, i can no longer sleep in, no matter how hard i try.
i'm putting off getting ready for this day.
another afternoon of slaving.
i'm occupied, and haven't thought clearly in ages.
i've been eating too much sugar, and i think i'm getting a fever. or a sickness of some kind.
it doesn't really bother me though.
i'm waiting for money, but stealing until then.
i'm going to rip someones heart out tonight.
or plenty to say, just can't find the words. here, i'll try.
i'm awake but my body feels half-dead, like it hasn't caught up with my brain.
my sleep has been altered, i can no longer sleep in, no matter how hard i try.
i'm putting off getting ready for this day.
another afternoon of slaving.
i'm occupied, and haven't thought clearly in ages.
i've been eating too much sugar, and i think i'm getting a fever. or a sickness of some kind.
it doesn't really bother me though.
i'm waiting for money, but stealing until then.
i'm going to rip someones heart out tonight.
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And I so know those days, feeling half-dead, waiting for money, having no words...
*HUGS* to you...
re: your comment- the okanagan