I'm tired of staying awake. All I seem to like these days is sleep.
I hope there is plenty for me to be kept from staying awake.
On a lighter note, there is a feather that needs to be touched.
It is on a guitar with such a soft string bearing that even a newborn could play it and it wouldn't hurt. I started to use correct grammer again. So now I'm capitalizing my letter "I" s and putting apostraphess' where they are needed. I'm finishing -ing suffix words and -ed suffixes too. I hope I don't forget one or two.
Feeling so strange as if to slumber. My eyes keep playing me, swaying me to go under. And I get all exhausted at the thought of the exhaust of it all. Would you be my friend? I thought you would. Would a friend do me a faver? I didn't think so. What type of friend is that? I don't know. Do I care? No, as long as I don't lose you, my friend. The letter "I" keeps popping up like crazy. I am angry, upset, sick, and wasted. So I am better off without you but you are still there. I am so messed up that it doesn't compare to what you want to do with your life.
The dust settled this afternoon. I wonder what made me think of it that way.
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