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September 01, 2011 10:21PM

It's all I have inside me
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Broken up but living with Michelle


It was Wednesday and I had finished work, and came home. This would be where I normally write about work and what I did, but I honestly don't remember much detail, or really care enough to try and recall. The point is that I was home from work, okay? With me so far? Thanks.


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August 30, 2011 9:47PM

A Living Process
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Broken up but living with Michelle


I'm stupid... or silly... one of those, I haven't decided which. For some reason I always think that a beer or two after work, or in the afternoon is a good idea, but it always leaves me feeling headachey, tired, gross... and I just keep doing it. It kind of makes me into a useless piece of shit, but ah well, what are you gonna do?


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August 29, 2011 10:51PM

Infinite
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Broken up but living with Michelle


Today was an uneventful day of nothingness. Restlessness, unfocused, pointless day off. I did keep busy, I suppose, but did nothing special, and time seemed to go by twice as fast as normal, before I knew it the day was over.


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August 29, 2011 1:28AM

Find My Place
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Broken up but living with Michelle


The world wears you down.

Today was tiring... I felt ready for bed when I got home, and I've been in some what of a haze since that point really. I'm finding it difficult to recall the exact order of things from today, as it all kind of blends together in this one long nightmarish series of events.


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August 27, 2011 10:28PM

Let Me Get Some Answers
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Broken up but living with Michelle


My day was long and tiring, and I started to feel quite run down by the end of it. It seemed I was at work so long that the entire day was spent there, and it was time for bed right when I got home.


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August 26, 2011 11:12PM

We'll leave them nothing but bones behind.
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Broken up but living with Michelle


Today was a decent day... I don't really feel like writing, so I think I'm going to be making this a pretty short entry, but whatever.

I woke up at around 10:30am, and had breakfast, which was toast, coffee and apple sauce. I had a bit of extra time, as I'm not really used to going in for work at 12pm, so I just did the dishes and got ready to leave abnormally slow.


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August 26, 2011 12:30AM

Your Attention Please
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Broken up but living with Michelle


Ah romance: a spirit, inclination for adventure, mystery or excitement. Love, especially romantic love idealized for it's purity or beauty. A mysterious, exciting, sentimental, or nostalgic quality, especially one associated with a place. Romance is awesome, and it's one of the driving forces in my life. Nostalgic, hopeless... staring into a lightning filled sky, these things are what fill me with both hope and despair... feelings of comfort, but feelings of regret. It will never leave me, I will forever be a hopeless romantic, and I think that's okay, I think that while there are negatives to being a sucker; Negatives to being lost in romance, there are greater or equal positives that can potentially come from it.


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August 24, 2011 10:44PM

Unbreakable
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Broken up but living with Michelle


Today was a rather uneventful day, a somewhat typical day off for me, but a bit more uhhh... lethargic.

I woke up a in the middle of the night to a giant smashing sound, like glass breaking, and it startled me awake, not knowing what it was, but I instinctely just got up and turned on the bathroom light (as the sound came from the kitchen), so I could see. One of the cats, I think it was Kairi, but one of the cats had jumped on top of the fridge, and like a little retard, knocked one of their food bowls on to the floor, sending glass everywhere. I put on slippers and did my best to sweep it up, and then go back to bed.


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August 24, 2011 12:54AM

Dreaded
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Broken up but living with Michelle


I don't even know where to start... the last couple days have been somewhat of a blur, it's difficult to keep track of any kind of timeline of events. I worked for fourteen hours on Monday, which lead into this weird migraine/drunk thing that made my sleep last night an agonizing experience.


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