At 2210 hours last night, the Starbucks I've been lazily working at for exactly 1 year and 10 days closed down for good. Instead of mourning or feeling extremely upset that it's going to be torn down in 3 days and never to be re-erected in any way ever again, I just feel really exhausted and relieved. I've grown too accustomed to change and if something doesn't change for a long time, I'll start experiencing my version of withdrawal symptoms. Excessive whining, extreme insomnia or lack thereof, uncountable mood swings, which I will blame on my female nature and vivid brain activity. The vivid and painfully out-of-my-control brain activity is exhausting and I can just lay on my couch appearing to stone for 12 hours straight and sleep for 12 hours after that and no one will know why because I look as if I'm just lazing around. All that brain activity, usually amounts to randomly generated hopes and dreams and plans for the future. OK, just kidding, it's just useless daydream shit that most of the time, amounts to nothing. Probably just amounts to me writing all that crap here. Anyway, I've been wasting whats left of my 18 year old days at Damian's a lot more than usual, lately, because I'm so interested in what these retards have to say about my mood swings and excessive whining. Yes, until something huge happens like someone in my family dies or gets sick or gets pregnant or something I will continue to exert and take out my withdrawal symptoms on the internet and all the innocent (or not) people around me. I will probably smoke myself till I get cancer just so there's some form of change and I won't be so restless all the time. OK, no, just kidding, I'm just being rash haha, OK, what the fuck.
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