Life is disconnected.
I've got nothing to offer right now.
I pulled myself of my other rant and now I am lost.
I'm too tired to make sense.
I feel anxious because I'm tired.
I'm tired because I can't sleep; due to anxiety.
I'm anxious because I need sleep.
I can't write.
I'm too critical.
I'm creeped out by my dreams.
No one laughs at my jokes. They just tell me I'm funny.
I'm so afraid of death, I speed without a seatbelt.
I made up the last half of the last line.
I don't know where to go with this.
Someone tried to kiss me a few nights back.
It was a guy.
Goodnight.
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Life's a bitch sometimes. Good luck tomorrow.
I've got a couple good books for you.
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