Ani DiFranco fills my ears along with my cat and her snoring. Light fills my room, only today, a bit more blue fills the empty grey. Cars still pass with a lack of urgency; this is when I realize I have two days to finish possibly six hours of gruesome homework to before midterms after the weekend. I always thought i was one who lacked a life outside of myself, but this last month has proven otherwise. Chest pains have become a regular and I have yet to decide the reasoning. Choosing between my lack of love and my passionate friendships deems impossible during my times of scholarly stress. Conor Oberst now fills my ears, overpowering the snores of my kitty. I envy the passion in his voice; his perfect choice of simple guitar riffs mixed with obvious lyrics that condescend so much that nearly no one can notice. I almost feel offended.
I'm tired.
I am tired.
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