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My head doesn't fit my shoulders today feels like it belongs to someone else someone who's asleep.. or dead because this one is full of cotton wool and candy floss and doesn't work properly maybe it's the brain inside there must be lots of room in there because it's all over the place thoughts here, thinking there, mind wandering every ****** where i can't grasp a single thought and see what it is not one of them will stay still long enough for me to hold it to the light and say "ah yes... i should be doing " **** i forget everything just slips through the cracks and nothing holds fast i've lost brain cells somewhere i'm sure of it .. you know.. the ones that make the brain work properly probably in my bed or has slipped down behind the nightstand all i can think of is how much i can't think straight i know i am always a little bit 'Phoebe' always a little quirky.. odd maybe i can't help that and i don't always think in a straight line anyway but i need my own head today i have a very busy day ahead .. i think probably.. but my head is full of cotton wool and candy floss and my mind.. it's just not there.
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
cotton wool brain
My head doesn't fit my shoulders today feels like it belongs to someone else someone who's asleep.. or dead because this one is full of cotton wool and candy floss and doesn't work properly maybe it's the brain inside there must be lots of room in there because it's all over the place thoughts here, thinking there, mind wandering every ****** where i can't grasp a single thought and see what it is not one of them will stay still long enough for me to hold it to the light and say "ah yes... i should be doing " **** i forget everything just slips through the cracks and nothing holds fast i've lost brain cells somewhere i'm sure of it .. you know.. the ones that make the brain work properly probably in my bed or has slipped down behind the nightstand all i can think of is how much i can't think straight i know i am always a little bit 'Phoebe' always a little quirky.. odd maybe i can't help that and i don't always think in a straight line anyway but i need my own head today i have a very busy day ahead .. i think probably.. but my head is full of cotton wool and candy floss and my mind.. it's just not there.
#worry#lost#thoughts#wandering#busy
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
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