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There is no sugar in this bloody house. Bloody hell, I need sugar. This peanut butter isn't much help.

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Do you ever just want to sit there and scream?

I just want to fly away. I feel chained, and don't know how to escape. I hate it when they fight, and they fight all the time. I don't know what to do. I feel so selfish for complaining.

I'm feeling a bit down at the moment actually. I just feel so surrounded by the futility of this thing were call life. I can feel myself slowly dying, as I go through each day trying to not go crazy and start smashing things up again ( Read more... )

I think that I'm going to write. I feel creative. I feel cold.

I feel warm inside. I suppose food will do that to you. A big supper, full of a dosage of my wonderful friend caffeine.
It has been a low caffeine week, as I have had a lack of funds to supply myself with it. Perhaps next week will be better, and I won't have a headache by Friday.
Why does this all seem so fake?

It smells like rain. I wish it will rain. And then tomorrow at lunch I will go for a rain walk.
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Today I am a cow. My name is Bessy. Bessy is not a happy cow, but her sister Jessica is. Maybe if I fell down I would crush myself ( Read more... )