I have an idea about my sleep pattern. I think every other week, I mess it up. I’m not sure why this is, though. It might have something to do with what day I come home from my mother’s. Like if I come home on Saturday, I have more of a chance of messing it up. When I mess up my sleep schedule, that usually means it’s screwed for the week. Next week, though, I’ll probably get a full night’s sleep every night. I do know that I screw it up mostly by sleeping during the day on the weekends.
What would I give to get lost in another’s eyes?
My mother hasn’t told me as much, but I know she wants to see some grandchildren before she dies.
Sometimes, I think I’m condemned to mediocrity. Mediocre job, mediocre house, mediocre life.
I’m stuck because I insist I don’t know when to ask when they want to meet in real life.
It’s almost 2AM. Wish there was a girl up now I could talk to.
Listening to Nine Inch Nails – The Great Below. Any NIN fans out there? I know Rob’s one. I knew this other guy named Rob that was also really into NIN. The two met each other once.
More productive now then all day. Writing this and searching for an apartment. And the best candidate is: (drumroll?) the same apartment as my psychiatrist’s office. It’d cost $150 more, but the place has great reviews and a great location.
I travel the lonely depths once again. Searching for something I’ll never find. I’m not sure I even remember what I’m searching for.
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