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I didn't take any notes in math class today. I looked at the board and it didn't mean anything. I was 25 minutes late but that's happened before and I've still been able to get into the flow of the class. I just wrote things in my notebook that didn't mean anything just for the sake of writing. And why do I feel like this? Nothing even happened to me.

I need to create something. I'd rather it were a poem or a song, but it'll probably have to be my gender analysis paper. I won't feel any less useless with it done, but it'll be done.

I wasn't expecting this so soon. I should have seen it when the rain came so suddenly.

I still don't have anything to say. I'm about as there for you as that bench you're sitting on.

Now I'll have to call the bank about my card. You can deal with all this and I can't even make a two-minute phone call? Stier-Scheiße.

I still don't understand why you smelled like blueberry muffins.

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I now I have a homemade Gay Agenda T-shirt. The concept could have been better thought out.

I feel outside myself today. It's interesting watching how I fill up my day with useless activities in an unconscious attempt to cope with something that didn't even happen to me.

If you crash and die because you've got a 7-hour drive in the middle of the night, I'll kill you.

Be careful. I love you.