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Waking up and dusting off...
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Mood:
tiredofthebullshit

Here I am, in LA, trying to make the best of a situation that is slowly losing any of it's appeal.

*sigh*

I called my mother last night, I should call her again this afternoon, but I just can't bring myself to bother. Right now I just want to curl up in this cocoon and let the shadows grow deeper around me.

I'm supposed to go to Karaoke tonight, but I just don't know if I have the energy. Hell, I don't know if I have the energy for much of anything right now.

*sigh*

This is the sound of misery.

I should just do it and get it overwith.

And as to the people with heads like porcelain...

"One day you're gonna be hungry
And eating all of the words you just said..."
-Ani DiFranco, "32 Flavors"


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