Wednesday, September 19, 2007
The lines on the page all merge into one, my head hurts, I think about you for the first time in a long time, my vision is blurry, my head hurts, I think about going home, it is so quiet in here, maybe I made a mistake maybe I chose wrong, how many more pages to go, my head hurts, my coffee is cold, I think about the other although I shouldn't, what is learned and what is innate, what does it matter, my head hurts, maybe if I stay here long enough it will start to feel right, my foot is asleep, I need another cup of coffee, why is it so hard to explain why I feel the way I feel, what am I doing here, my head hurts.
sherry @ 10:43:00 pm
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