I am allllll alone and feeling and thinking weird tonight. Maybe it is because roommates one and two went home for the giving of thanks. Could someone come over and sleep in my bed? I think that would help and then I wouldn't have to arrange my pillows in a body-like form and feel all creepy about it. I have nothing good or important or interesting to write about. Everything that comes forth from my brain is dissatisfactory. Most of my thoughts are muddled by self-doubt anyway so you wouldn't want to read them. I just keep thinking that something profound needs to happen in my life.
Maybe he was right, maybe I've got to stop living the life of a robot. But feeling anything seems so unnecessary at this point. I suppose it isn't that I don't want to feel it is just that I can't. Do they make drugs for that? No, they make drugs for people who feel too much. I wish I could have that problem, really I do.
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I am afraid that drugs would only complicate my "issues".
I think I'll just stick with alcohol and writing, it worked for Hemingway. As far as my bed issue goes (which sounds kind of nasty when you put it that way), I have not yet remedied it. Let me know if you have any suggestions.
Maybe you should read more fiction?
Being an english lit major has caused the development of hatred in my relationship with fiction.
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