I feel indifferent.
Well, more than usual.
In about 30 minutes I'm going out, and I don't really think that I'm going to take any notice of people.
Just smoking.
And I need to write as well.
But no inspiration.
I hate when that happens.
I feel useless.. more than usual.
Empty.
Sucker.
I'm just a plain sucker.
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