June 11th, 2004

this is me

guernica bleeds.

Despite it being summer - and being free to do what I'd like, when I'd like - I can already tell that I will become horribly depressed over the next few months.

I can't think of anything to write. Yeah, I know; what's the big deal? I never know of what to write - that's the magic of words. Throw a few words together and you have a masterpiece.

I just don't want to begin anything - diet, novel, what have you - until I get back from West Virginia. I don't want to get completely involved and then have to stop for two weeks. I've sat in front of the computer, read fanfiction, installed the USB thing to the laptop, took the garbage out, began my laundry... I just don't feel like I've done anything today.

When I get back, I will get back to living. I will be refreshed and open and satisfied and good lord I hate that place.

When I get back, when I get back. When I get back, I'll stop thinking of what I'll do later and start thinking of what I'll do at the present moment, whenever that is.

Whenwhenwhen. What a ridiculous word.
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