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Morning creeps closer. I spend the night doing nothing of… - Salvador Dali in a lawn chair.
I'm invisible without 3D glasses.
Morning creeps closer. I spend the night doing nothing of consequence, playing games I care little about, begging for something to entertain myself, feel bored, lost, frustrated, confused, annoyed and angry. I eventually crawl into bed when I can't keep my eyes open any longer, not when I'm tired, but when I'm tired of the current distraction and need another.

At least in my day dreams I can control the drama, fill the emptiness with what I wish, relieve the apathy.

Because it's not apathy that I'm really fighting; it's laziness and lack of motivation and not knowing what I want to do with my life. My mother tells me that she just wants me to have a goal, to spend my time working for something. But I can't see anything, no matter where I look, worth working for, much less fighting or hurting for. But I'm not content to sit on my ass either. I want to find something I enjoy working for, that's worth more than the effort I put into it, that is more important that the sum of its parts (something that requires more than a disgusting cliche to describe it).

But the harder I look, the more that ethereal, uncatchable "thing" I'm looking for escapes further and further away from me.

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maxine From: maxine Date: July 5th, 2001 08:48 am (UTC) (link)
:) *max hugs,and kisses* the girly versions of course... i hope you feel better and get some sleep soon :)
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