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Jan 2014
I stay up til 3am.
I scroll,
tweet,
reblog,
upload.

I keep my mind busy until it's too tired to argue with itself.

I wake up at 12pm.
Unrested,
regretful,
dissatisfied.

I've wasted my day,
swapped a sunrise for a dimmed screen,
breakfast for lunch,
sleep for rest.

My days blur,
with nothing to occupy my time,
I watch 5 seasons in a day,
reach my post limit,
exhaust conversations.

Doing nothing had become my job.

And it consumes me.
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