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Jan. 18th, 2004 06:53 pmSundays are boring and make me fidgety. Evenings at home are boring and make me fidgety. Not talking to people for more than, oh, two days makes me fidgety as well because I am prone to worrying about things.
Hence sitting up in my room being generally fidgety, alternately reading Anne Rice, trying to do homework but staring into space letting my mind wander, and actually doing homework, while continuing with myself what is now about a three-day-long debate as to whether or not I should pick up the damn cell phone if I want to talk to someone, or continue trying to reach them via telepathy for a week and hope that either it works or I catch them online at some point soon. So far, attempting telepathy seems to be winning. Don't think is actually working.
I don't count that as going insane. Dammit, I want to go insane, somehow feel as if I should go just a little bit insane again. Not a lot, just stop eating again or something, as the dislike of food has come back but I seem to be ignoring it, which is stupid as it is incredibly crippling to self-image.
*eyes phone warily* Well? Should I pick it up? Should I try to make plans for tonight? Or call someone I haven't seen in a while and just talk? Or just go back upstairs, do homework, and hope I get out tomorrow?
-Claudia
Hence sitting up in my room being generally fidgety, alternately reading Anne Rice, trying to do homework but staring into space letting my mind wander, and actually doing homework, while continuing with myself what is now about a three-day-long debate as to whether or not I should pick up the damn cell phone if I want to talk to someone, or continue trying to reach them via telepathy for a week and hope that either it works or I catch them online at some point soon. So far, attempting telepathy seems to be winning. Don't think is actually working.
I don't count that as going insane. Dammit, I want to go insane, somehow feel as if I should go just a little bit insane again. Not a lot, just stop eating again or something, as the dislike of food has come back but I seem to be ignoring it, which is stupid as it is incredibly crippling to self-image.
*eyes phone warily* Well? Should I pick it up? Should I try to make plans for tonight? Or call someone I haven't seen in a while and just talk? Or just go back upstairs, do homework, and hope I get out tomorrow?
-Claudia