A small, tan coloured book, completely unadorned. The binding is worn and aged, the pages slightly tattered and curling towards the edges. Several small notes peek out here and there from between the sheaves of parchment and pieces of torn blue silk mark places within.
Sunday, 07 October 2007
I hate myself sometimes. I can be such a complete...idiot
Im so bored...I think my brains dribbled out of my ear and crawled away while I wasnt looking. I wonder if there is such a thing as too bored to sleep? Like..too cold for snow? What a pile of pap...no such thing as too cold for snow, too cold for snow means you should have been hibernating 3 months ago and why are you still awake??
Gods what is wrong with me??!! Can I not entertain myself?? ARGH I blame...I..
Today officially sucks
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