In a burning room.

I say people blog only when they're emo, that's what you're getting. Don't get me wrong, I'm not emo, just tired. But when you're tired, you don't bother being happy. In the style of an emo. I make it seem like's it's the worst chore to smile but it's not.

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I am so inarticulate.

You know when overweight eyes just take over, and because their the windows to the soul and all that, everything is whirring around and impressions just don't cut deep? That's it. Like, being high. Except you didn't drink or do anything M18.

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Still inarticulate.

Basically, I am exhausted.