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Sleepless

It's so damn hot. I can not sleep and my head is not easy to rest.
And many, many thoughts rain down on me.
Yes, I know that I need a therapist, so I finally speak with someone in what is going on inside me. What I think of the world. I finally can throw up the right times.
I think the world sucks. What do you live? That I will always remember this so incredible that I despair because I want to live of. And then I ask myself why the hell I want to live?
What reason do I have? Actually, no. I am of the people, disillusioned with life and not make it a long time to get on the air. I'm never quite in the air come.

nerft And the Internet also. Larger things it wants very, very slow load. Youtube is no ned. Downloads can be forgotten anyway. And also Deviantart.
And then this heat x_X
joyful thing is that my grandma is coming tomorrow and Saturday. But for that I need to clean up, but it's too hot. And I do not clean up, because for me it makes no sense.
But for my grandma I will do it. Only I was proceeding extremely slowly, because of this stupid heat.

Now. Now the lezten hour I dream again of how it used to be with Velcro was. I just think of her often and it bothers me happy that I can not just be friends with her again. At least, slowly, until at some point again is a deeper, more honest friendship. I miss them again because I had the feeling when you really meant to be. With my crazy mess of thoughts. And just as
Rara ... but not as much as Velcro, but also rare books, it is not like before. Here are two of me to be important and that's really crappy.

And then I'll worry about me and Mark to Manu. My two friends. In real. Manu I see every weekend and we have lots of fun, but sometimes I think I want it that does not want. Then I ask her and then she says again, it's all okay ... bah. I do not know what to think.
I demand probably too much. Or I make a lot. I do not intend to lose friends because I'm too stupid to see what is wrong with them. And they hope that I am normal.
I am not even.

But I'm now back on the phone with Mark. I telephone almost every day with him and it was good. Oh, it's damn good, but also that I am doing this with Velcro so painful, I can somehow talk to anyone. So write your self here. Simply because it's my Life Journal.
But at the time when I telephone to Mark, we're talking about Star Gate and Fallout. What is not in itself bad. It's great, it's fun.
But I have with him a great concern because of the distance. He wants no long-distance relationship. I really can not. I will have him with me, but that's not true. And
to time he is also in therapeutic and I ... Oh man. I need probably the most wanted of all the people a Thera x__x