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I need a garbage can or something.
It is so frustrating to me that I can't seem to utilize the space in this room properly, which is why I left it disheveled as shit for over a month. Now that it has some semblance of tidiness I can't handle its imperfections. 
I wonder if in the future I will be able to get Thai food delivered to me at any hour without having to actually talk to anybody.
It is incredible how much food I avoid eating in order to avoid people. Agoraphobia dictates my meal plan. 
James Franco is cutting off his arm and wearing makeup and kissing himself.
I feel both comforted and uneasy listening quietly to Neutral Milk Hotel in my room with the door cracked open. I don't want to wake the beast outside. 
I wonder if the songs I listen to can feel my appreciation sometimes.
I wonder if any of the laundry machines downstairs are empty.
I have somebody who comes over sometimes and makes me so happy that things like furniture and walls and floors don't even exist.
I love somebody more than I thought anybody could love anybody. 
And I'm so lucky. 

oh, my love

what is the environment like in a tattoo parlour?
(s)he lacks the ability to "feel" the room
removing oneself from the great indoors is not just risky, it's unnecessary
though your dwelling could also get bombed,
it's the hug that doesn't let go until you do