I just don't have the motivation, the inspiration of though. i hate that i feel like junk and can't be positive. i sat down to write out this stupid stuff but i can;t concentrate. there is a crink in my neck. it hurts. i'm doing pretty good keeping up with the things i need to do. that has taken my stress away. i really don;t get why i am still unhappy when many things are good. it;s not like i am activily dwelling on things. i just get these blahs, a little bit in my stomach that isn;t right, that stings.. and then it just gets worse. i thought i was doing pretty good. i want to be doing good. i will be good i will be good i will be good... someday.
if i'm not being useful i might as well read my book. at least it will keep my mind occupied..
take me with you cuz i'm lonely
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