navigate worlds upon words
Sunday, May 11, 2008
My hands are trembling. I want to keep sleeping. I feel fucking lonely, yet I want to be alone. Talking is tiring. Replying messages is tiring. I have no appetite. I feel fat. I want some really good music. Every tomorrow stretches out empty.
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