Sunday, August 13, 2006

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Mood: Lethargic. Completely, utterly, and indescribably lethargic. As in, "redefinition of the word" lethargic. Today, I watched 5 movies. I didn't even know it was possible to watch 5 movies in a day. Oh, and I changed my mind. My new favorite movie (for the time being) is Garden State. Ah... smell that fresh Jersey apathy... the ending was sad, got me crying... no surprises there. I'm a sucker for a good romantic comedy...when I'm not too busy watching Exorcist knock-offs, that is. But when the main character said "You changed my life, and I've only known you four days," I lost it. Somehow, I could really relate to the main character. I dunno... feelin' kinda down today. WAIT! Before you guys start rolling your eyes hear me out! This time I don't even have a reason to be depressed. I don't even really feel sad. More like... empty. Maybe it's lethargy; maybe I'm just bored (me, I'm leaning towards 'I'm becoming a human amoeba'); I don't know. I also feel just really fatigued. If it was up to me I'd sleep through the next three days, but I've also been having trouble sleeping. I'll just wake up in the middle of the night, can't breathe, heart pounding, clammy and sweating. I'm not even having bad dreams or anything. And my head feels like shit... if I was a smoker I'd have smoked three packs today. I'm convinced this time it's not my life that's got me worked up. It's just a physical reaction. Right now I kind of want to call my therapist and have her prescribe me some meds. I was reluctant to do so earlier because my depression was related to the changes I was going through in the world around me. Now, I think it all comes down to chemical imbalance, because I don't have anything in the world to be upset about. I'm sure you've all been in my position before: You're on a long-ass roadtrip. Everyone in the car's either asleep or focusing on driving. You're in the passenger side, flipping the radio stations, and you sit there thinking every song you stop on is directed at you. Now multiply that by 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Something like that. I'm really sucky at metaphors. But while we're on the topic, who's in the mood for song lyrics? *crickets chirp* ah, screw you guys, I'm going home. *end Cartman-isms* If I had to I would put myself right beside you So let me ask Would you like that? Would you like that? And I don't mind If you say this love is the last time So now I'll ask Do you like that? Do you like that? No Something's getting in the way Something's just about to break I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane So tell me how it should be Try to find out what makes you tick As I lie down Sore and sick Do you like that? Do you like that? There's a fine line between love and hate And I don't mind Just let me say that I like that I like that Something's getting in the way Something's just about to break I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane As I burn another page As I look the other way I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane So tell me how it should be Desperate, I will crawl Waiting for so long No love, there is no love Die for anyone What have I become Something's getting in the way Something's just about to break I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane As I burn another page As I look the other way I still try to find my place In the diary of Jane

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