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Sunday, September 19, 2004


Thoughtless thoughts.
The current mood of dilapoid at www.imood.com
My arms ache. My mind feels like it's barely functioning. I can't concentrate. I realize it's 11:30, and that if I'd've closed, I'd've gotten off about this time. But I didn't close. My dad got me to trade with Chris Koontz, so I could go to a movie.

The movie was lame. I didn't even see the movie. I couldn't concentrate. I watched the movie but it gave me nothing. It was just images. It meant nothing.

I'm in misery. I feel like I want to cry. I'm too strong for that. Through the whole movie, I thought about how I'll ask Chelsea Lee to go see a movie with me, or something. I realize how desperate I am. How that she'll probably say yes, but I don't know what'll happen from there.

It would be nice to disappear. But that isn't happening. I'm stuck in this humdrum existence. There's no turning back now.

I wonder where I'll be, in the future. Who I'll be. What job I'll have. I wonder if I'll become a famous novelist. When that thought comes to mind, I don't think it'll ever happen.

I realize I don't look forward to the weekends anymore. It's busy at the Steak Buffet on weekends, and I always work each day of the weekend, at least 5-10.

Today felt like murder. Towards the end, I was tired. I was washing.

I need someone. I want someone.

I wonder what it feels like to kiss. I wonder what it feels like to love. I wonder why I'm even alive.

I wish I could control my life. I wish I could only live in the good parts.

I wouldn't want to know everything. I wouldn't want to control everything. It'd make it boring. I just wish I could get past this part of my life. Go to a part where I have something more than myself.

I don't want to remember working. It's gone. It's as if it never happened.

I should get a different job. One that pays more than a little over minimum wage. One that isn't so physically demanding. One that doesn't take so much out of me.

Not that it always does.

I wish everything would stop. I wish it wasn't the weekend. I wish I was at school. I wish it was Wednesday or Thursday, when I don't work, only go to school.

I'm running out of things to say. I don't even know why I said anything.

Everyone has their problems. Everyone has their own set of eyes. Everyone has a different heart. It beats different than mine.

Everyone has their own self. Everyone sees everything from themselves.

I think I'll go to sleep.

I think first I'll write something.

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