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this morning there was fog over my eyes and every time i looked to the left or to the right the clouds would be pushed to the sides of my eyes for a bit and there was a light pulse behind my temples but my head did not hurt it was more of a confusion that was lingering and oh god i just lost my train of thought there is a teacher here and i should be listening but i always tend to write during this class my handwriting won't be able to be read by anyone else i hope that i can read this later on my teacher is trying to read this over my shoulder while she talks and i should probably feel bad about it but i don't there are a lot of things that i should do this is my first step towards invincibility without feelings i don't need, i can do anything and this is a fairly average writing style but i am trying not to care, i don't really care there was something i was going to write but i keep forgetting what i was going to say there is the fragance of cologne masking the stench of substance and it is greatly distracting me from the distractions that i have set in place for myself i don't need the help i thought i did
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
written during a history class
this morning there was fog over my eyes and every time i looked to the left or to the right the clouds would be pushed to the sides of my eyes for a bit and there was a light pulse behind my temples but my head did not hurt it was more of a confusion that was lingering and oh god i just lost my train of thought there is a teacher here and i should be listening but i always tend to write during this class my handwriting won't be able to be read by anyone else i hope that i can read this later on my teacher is trying to read this over my shoulder while she talks and i should probably feel bad about it but i don't there are a lot of things that i should do this is my first step towards invincibility without feelings i don't need, i can do anything and this is a fairly average writing style but i am trying not to care, i don't really care there was something i was going to write but i keep forgetting what i was going to say there is the fragance of cologne masking the stench of substance and it is greatly distracting me from the distractions that i have set in place for myself i don't need the help i thought i did
i wrote this yesterday. i don't feel like this anymore.
little-ghost
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
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