I was feeling better weeks ago-and it hit me, when I try to make some things better, I feel consumed. I took the passive side weeks ago, and felt like some sort of magnet. I was doing new things, going to new places, getting some attention, and feeling oddly, worth it. "It"-unknown.
Then I take a step back, and I find myself at home, day in, day out, in a rut. As I have been finding myself for as long as I can remember. Said no to Transformers. Maybe I just felt like sleeping. And time passes by quickly when you're sleeping. Which is a good thing. But it makes you fat. So if I sleep earlier, I'll miss out on dinner. Which is a good thing.
I texted Dart last night, and he replied. But I decided to go straight home, and I overslept. Hope he finds time for me tonight. If I don't get the urge to sleep.
I had a weird dream. Lorraine and I were hanging out in our old house. It felt so homey, and we were just cracking jokes, smoking out in the balcony. Makes me wonder why good things end so abruptly, and how the world makes it known to you.
Thank god for high school friends, who more or less know your world-view. Pat just texted. A two hour drinking spree will be delightful. I remember random high school people, usually from this circle, or from my taekwondo group, texting randomly, asking me out for drinks. I would rarely prioritize them, but now it seems like a relief, receiving texts from people who really know you.
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