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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

I have to be up in less than 4 hours but my mind wouldn't stop nagging, I involuntarily pick up my phone every few minutes for some unfathomable reason. The Subconscious is tough to handle but sometimes the Conscious is tougher. The knowledge of 'mind over matter', and that it's a 'matter of perspective' does not alleviate the undetermined soul. How long has my mind been marinating in unhealthy misery to become this far degenerated? It goes completely against biological/evolutionary laws to be this unpreserving and honestly it doesn't make sense. My mental weakness is appalling but at the same time I'm too proud to give up. 'Proud weakling' has got to be the worst kind of lethal combination, it just makes me an idiotic contradiction.

Or this might just be my hormones talking.

she's not here @

3:22 AM