i feel weird, and detached, and tired.

i know what i want, but i don't, really.

my eyes are drooping.

cough, cough.

i haven't had time to breathe in deeply, and relax.

i look at her, and i can't help the inevitable. then all these inexorably bad things happen, and i have to stop the thought processes before they overtake me.

we're all pretty similar.

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