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A lady never tells
Aug. 30th, 2007 02:47 pm-MY ROOM IS LIKE A DEMENTED GAME OF "WHERE'S WALDO" AND IT WILL NEVER BE CLEAN.
-I think there's something wrong with my drugs. Which is to say, either less Zoloft or MORE Zoloft. I'm going to give it a few more days.
-As soon as my mother is out of the state, I forget how to eat.
-WHY AM I SO TIRED
-WHY I NO CAN CREATE
-And this conversation might offend someone and I'm sorry, ( but it was too funny to pass up. )
-I'm going back to sleep. I feel like hell. The sad part is when I wake up, MY ROOM WILL STILL LOOK LIKE A BOMBING RAID ON A CONDEMNED TOY FACTORY. See how it all comes full circle? Guhhhh.
-I think there's something wrong with my drugs. Which is to say, either less Zoloft or MORE Zoloft. I'm going to give it a few more days.
-As soon as my mother is out of the state, I forget how to eat.
-WHY AM I SO TIRED
-WHY I NO CAN CREATE
-And this conversation might offend someone and I'm sorry, ( but it was too funny to pass up. )
-I'm going back to sleep. I feel like hell. The sad part is when I wake up, MY ROOM WILL STILL LOOK LIKE A BOMBING RAID ON A CONDEMNED TOY FACTORY. See how it all comes full circle? Guhhhh.
