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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    So I declare a holiday :: Sunday, April 04, 2004 ::

    Today...maybe Daylight Savings Time warped my mind but I've been in this constant paranoid state.

    I just want to know that I am wrong in my mind

    Because if I was right, I think...I don't know what I'd do

    My GOD, I am so stupid. I don't live enough. I sat on a couch last night at Charlotte's party and laughed at people. I should have been up, joking, dancing, regardless of how stupid I may have looked, because WHO CARES?!

    I don't want to live my entire life this way.

    I want to call someone, but I'm afraid I'll catch them while they're sleeping, and I don't want to wake them up, or while they're doing homework, and I don't want to interupt them, but if I constantly think that, I'll never be able to call them because they could be doing either of those things at any time...and it just sucks because I really NEED to talk to them (Not want, I NEED to have them tell me I'm just being paranoid and that everything I have thought for the past 24 hours isn't true).

    Spring Break is next week. Thank fucking God.

    I found a CD at FYE last night that I have wanted for such a long time for $6.99. At FYE. This is a huge deal to me. And then I managed to find a copy of "All The Pretty Horses" that does not have Matt Damon or Penelope Cruz on the cover. It's the little things.

    Current Mood: Worried
    Current Music: Radiohead - Sulk

    :: Nick Sunday, April 04, 2004 [+] ::
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