Something is Wrong.
I spent most of my day feeling miserable.
I worked twelve hours and felt anxiety creeping on the edges almost every minute.
Stephen King managed to distract me for awhile.
I drive in my car singing to my Zune, Boqueesha, and i feel sad, nostalgic, depressed.
I had promised my sister I'd take her to the mall, so i did. I had an eerie
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