It rained all day yesterday and I know that I control the weather. You will never be able to convince me otherwise. I am chewing on a flax seed trying to figure out the best way for me to convey the myriad of feelings that surge through me at any given moment. I hope that this doesn't last much longer. I won't feel guilty that I didn't pine away for you. I won't feel guilty when I don't care what you are doing or how your day was. I won't feel guilty that I can't help you.
I watched two movies yesterday in a futile attempt to escape reality. The first was Lost in Translation. I have seen the movie before but all that I could keep thinking about was how unattractive Bill Murray is. I never did understand what Scarlett Johanson saw in him. Probably I just didn't care. The second movie was How She Move. I have nothing to say except how the fuck did that car get on stage? I spent the entire movie dwelling on the unrealistic aspects of the movie.
I want to push over a tree. I want to pull down my ceiling fan.
I feel like running a marathon and I feel like sleeping forever.
And right now I don't give a fuck if it is all going to get better.
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