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Posted June 21st 2012 at 12:19 PM by i_like_black
I want to post in my blog.
I want to watch all my T.V. shows.
I really want to go the fuck to bed.
Normally I stay up late Thursdays (like until past 2am) and catch up on all my T.V. shows. But it turns out that I did physical work most of the day today, which I haven't done for a while, and I'm fucking exhausted.
Also I had to get up at 7am which was another rude shock to the system.
I DON'T WANT TO GO COLD CALLING ON TUESDAY. I DON'T WANT TO ATTEND A SUPERVISION APPOINTMENT. I'm not too keen on Rocket Ropes either at the moment, although when Rowena first mentioned it, it sounded like an absolutely fucking fantabulous idea. And now all I want to do is sleep. And sleep and sleep and never get up.
The suicide thoughts have started. They're background noise at the moment but they're there. And my complete lack of motivation as opposed to my general lack of motivation has set in. And Pall Mall Menthols > Dunhill Fine Blend (white). Live and learn.
There was an axe today and I spent about half an hour fantasizing about splitting people's heads open with it. They were nice people to hang around with, it just seemed like a fun idea.
Dad offered to take me gliding again some time in the future. That would be great. If he could have done it a week or two ago, I would've jumped like a motherfucker. But now it's like . . . too much effort.
Everything's too much effort. Just want to sleep. Eat. Poop. Repeat.
I want to watch all my T.V. shows.
I really want to go the fuck to bed.
Normally I stay up late Thursdays (like until past 2am) and catch up on all my T.V. shows. But it turns out that I did physical work most of the day today, which I haven't done for a while, and I'm fucking exhausted.
Also I had to get up at 7am which was another rude shock to the system.
I DON'T WANT TO GO COLD CALLING ON TUESDAY. I DON'T WANT TO ATTEND A SUPERVISION APPOINTMENT. I'm not too keen on Rocket Ropes either at the moment, although when Rowena first mentioned it, it sounded like an absolutely fucking fantabulous idea. And now all I want to do is sleep. And sleep and sleep and never get up.
The suicide thoughts have started. They're background noise at the moment but they're there. And my complete lack of motivation as opposed to my general lack of motivation has set in. And Pall Mall Menthols > Dunhill Fine Blend (white). Live and learn.
There was an axe today and I spent about half an hour fantasizing about splitting people's heads open with it. They were nice people to hang around with, it just seemed like a fun idea.
Dad offered to take me gliding again some time in the future. That would be great. If he could have done it a week or two ago, I would've jumped like a motherfucker. But now it's like . . . too much effort.
Everything's too much effort. Just want to sleep. Eat. Poop. Repeat.
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