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i'm a little out of it all right now. i apologize if it's not what you'd wanted to hear.

i don't get much sleep at the moment, and my eye's twitchy. bah.

i feel like everything can go bite me. i don't feel like doing anything. i really don't feel like talking to anyone, or even posting right now. yep. i'd rather be asleep. i have to clean my room in the next two days or suffer my mom sitting with me as i do it. dammit. i even have to wash clothes sometime today. or tomorrow. but, do i feel like doing anything? no. have i been putting it off all week?? yes.

it makes you wonder sometimes about what i've done to do this to myself? maybe i'm subconciously depressed. or it's SAD. seasonal affective disorder, i mean. i don't know. i keep watching commercials for depressionhurts.com or something. depression giving you physical symptoms. maybe that's a reason for my back to be in such pain right now. or my insomnia. though i don't know why i'd be depressed. (scratch that. i do have like... several reasons.)

i sent a letter off to miami a week ago. did i ever say that? it was three pages of babble. typed. i told him about playing football and lazer tag and bowling on thanksgiving weekend. i'm not sure he'll care. but i want a letter back. i don't think i could've handwritten it either.

is it possible to be in love with someone you've only known for a few months? or is this just an infatuation?

and why have i turned into someone who says that you can't have him though i don't want him?

this psycho babble brought to you by two weeks off school with another two to go.

i'm tired. i think i'll go back to bed.