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I can't get a grip on myself. I'm devastated. Can't maintain a stable mood. Overwhelming sadness.
I recorded some poems for you last night. I don't know if you want me to send them. The first one had the best background noises but I forgot to switch from my laptop mic so it's really low.
I can't get started on my day. Extremely irritated. The weather. My clothes. Glasses. Hair. Eyes. Energy.
Releasing all this weight with constant sighing, just to feel it all come back again.
I need to keep my mind busy. I made a list last night but didn't think about it at all today.
Wrote this hours ago. Mood is better now, but still aimless.
Read some Rachel. It was good.