12.3.2000

I should be studying, I know.
I'm tired and worn out. Everything feels too much.
Not that it'd surprise anyone.

I've been up too long today, after too little sleep.

I don't know what I'd want. I don't think I want to be here right now, there's only things I don't want to touch with a ten foot pole, let alone deal with them.

I think I could do some painting.

 

 

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