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15 June 2009 ;00:31

"I'm having trouble sleeping
You're jumping in my bed
Twisting in my head
Leave me."
//Trouble Sleeping; The Perishers

in short, I think it's like a scab. when I back off and allow it time to heal abit, I feel like I can talk, joke, listen. be myself. but when it itches and I scratch, or something happens and pulls the skin back off again, I feel like there's something gouging stuff right out of my inner core. and then like any old scab, it hurts when you put water on it, it hurts when you touch it, it hurts to just be there. I work my day around a call, but when I pick up, sometimes I feel my voice drying up inside of me, like words waiting inside a pen. I feel like I have so much to say, that I want to talk, talk and talk until my jaws ache and I fall asleep. but there's no right time, no right place, nobody listening. so I write down like they taught me, the things I wanted to say, to wait for a better time.


and enough of the selfish, emo nonsense really, I shall try to fall asleep to project runway s5. hope kenley collins gets kicked out, she's seriously getting on everybody's nerves.

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