I don't know what to write about. My brain is fried. My heart has died.
Overdramatic blah, blah, blah. I just feel like poop in general. I feel 15 again. My brain is turning off as a shield. My emotion is fading. It was very hard to get back. But I got back. I made it through. Maybe I have to do this. Like a volcano. I must destroy to re-build.
Sometimes I feel used. Sometimes I feel disrespected. Mad, sad, confused. This overload of emotion turns into shutdown and a restart. This is devastating for the heart but cleans you up. Hopefully anyway. It worked once.
Friendship with Ashley is good and bad. I question her motives. I'm a paranoid over thinker. She says she is sexually frustrated. Am I being used? She says Olivia told her about me wanting to quit McDonald's so I didn't have to see her. Because It hurts to picture fucking other guys. Sympathy friendship? She feels bad? Pity friendship? She said I'm the best guy she's ever met. What to believe? I'm all fucked up.
Work was tiring kinda. Lack of sleep. I am tired now. I work 3-9:45 tomorrow.
Goodnight/goodmorning wherever you may be on the planet :)
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