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[scarylullabiez]

I don't angst enough. And I'm not funny. I have no purpose in this life. Or at least, I have no purpose in Livejournal. I was writing in my actual journal the other day and I was writing about the air smelling like electricity and all how it felt all over the place because I'm lame and I couldn't think of anything else to write. And I'm terrified that Yucca Valley won't change anything. That I'll move there and still be sitting outside in the heat, writing about the air, left behind (or maybe just that far ahead.) Ah damn. Here comes the caffiene withdrawl. *clutches pounding head* And all we have in the house is decaf. Starbucks, here I come.