I am be swallowed up from the inside. In other words Im Imploding. Im dying.
Ian's gone. Say bye bye. WHERE CAN I BUY THE SLEEP AND HOW MUCH DOES IT COST! This is a much wierder experiance than any drug let me tell you. I don't even know how to react to things anymore. I don't even know whats goin on. Im listening to Sam Cooke, and I feel Like Im in a movie. I just got done listening to some Jello Biafra spoken word and my head is spinning.

I realized that yes indeed, there are things bothering me. That's probably why I can't sleep. I need to get out of this town. I NEED. This is fucked up, I've lived here too long. All sorts of reasons.not sane enough right now to get rid of them, but I am bored to death. Bored. Boredom. What a silly emotion.

I don't think people are supposed to look like I do right now.

MUCH LUV
SLEDG

I am One of Those Living Dead You Hear About

ian

Saturday 17 January 2004 at 02:47 am

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