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I woke up and honestly felt like I was dying. Listened to some Jack Johnson for happy vibes and three pain killers, and it was off to the real world. I don't remember what happened. Well, I remember a nice conversation with Kya during gym (: That was nice. Got me thinking probably more than I should have been, but it's okay. I'm having music withdrawals. It's quite irritating. There's just so many band I've stated listening, my iPod's having trouble keeping up. I'll have to fix that. I've found it hard to write a whole lot lately. Yeah, I know I'm vague, But I haven't actually written about anything. Maybe I'm sick of it. Maybe I'm closing off. Maybe I just need to get away. That's always the answer a friend gave me, just get away. That's a lot harder than you may think. I can't just leave, though I have before. Sitting in the tower; watching; waiting. Ironic to a point I suppose. Because I don't know what I'm waiting for. Why do I bother watching when there's nothing to look forward to? It's that stupid hole. The stupid idiotic wretched hole that keeps me looking, looking for something to fill it. I don't know what it means. I want to like where I am for a little while...but I'm not sure when that's going to start up again. Suggestions? My pathetically confused mind could really use some sense of security. "I've kept my heart under control" -Parachute |
