I'm a skinny nobody who isn't even qualified to take tickets from 10-year-olds.
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I came to that realisation today during one of my act-out-daydream things. I was telling it to my dad in my daydream. Because I don't think he realises how much it kills me. How I suffer everyday knowing that my life is . . . well, shit. It's actually worse than shit, because at least shit has a destination. My life is shit that has been shat on the kitchen floor of an abandoned cottage, left to harden unless eaten by some rabid coon.
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I need to refresh. I'm in the mood to do so.
I need to clean/get rid of a ton of stuff in my room. Torching the place seems to be the only solution at this point.
I need a haircut. But This time, I want it short.
I've been working on refreshing myself from Dailybooth. I want these conversations to end. They've gone on WAY way way too long for me. Some people talk too much.
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I just want to be refreshed. Not wiped out and restarted. Although that wouldn't be half bad. Actually . . .
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I've been watching a lot of movies lately. I've seen 7 in the last 4 days.
I should probably sleep though. I'm sick of waking up at 12:30 every morning.
Aurevoir.
Low Blood Sugar.
- January 11, 2011
- Cest-La-Vie
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