I sit alone, or maybe not. But I am alone in thought. Blank thought. Weighted down. No inspiration and no drive. But so much to do and so many ideas. None are good though. Eurgh. Dejected. Tired. God I am tired. I want everything to disappear, no responsibilities. But I don't really, that's boring. I hate not having things to do. But I hate having things to do as I have no energy to do it. Eurgh.

 

I made a sand castle in the dirt, im on the beach.. In my head

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So here I am. Sat on the floor, looking at the wall, with a blank, busy mind. Alone, or maybe not. I rot.