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.
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