underneath lily pads

today i tiptoed past snail shells on the way to the grocery store, scrunching my eyes at every crunch, relieved it was only twigs underneath slippery feet. i've gotten this survivalist thing down. i can't sleep at night, but that just leaves more time to come up with better techniques. it means reading hour is extended to 6 hours. "there are 24 usable hours in every day," the beautiful miss liv tyler said in empire records and she was right.

there is nothing on tv. how can anyone watch it? it makes me more bored watching it. like hey, i could be doing something else.

i think i'm going to have put romantic* friends on hold. that man is criminal. i saw him speaking to himself. then as i crossed and walked past him he watched me and smiled, and then went right back to yelling to his friend. i swear they are smuggling donkeys or spidery leg warmers! watch out all!

tonight, i was in a slump. right now tonight. then he drifted away like it wasn't there. i hate the response of, "did you take your pills?" jeez, i'm not a crazy old coot. i'm just a confused depressed young lady with an anxiety problem. it's like i can't be in a bad mood ever. ridiculous, i say.

anyways, this was supposed to be short update to test this bloggery commenty system, so i hope it works.

*[several times now i have passed a young man underneath the overpass. he's just relaxing under the bridge. i think by the end of the summer we'll be great friends and we'll lie together holding hands and telling each other what we see in the clouds.

i'm not sure why we're holding hands. i guess it's just romantic. romantic friends, i guess. can you be romantic friends?]

p.s. i recommend you never go back and read your boyfriend's blog when you are depressed. it only makes everything feel so much worse. remember, he had a life before you and that's okay. he cares about you now.

surely, i'm not the only one who can't think logically around here? 
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