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I don't think since I've had a blog I've ever written something meaningful. Something that doesn't sound like I am complaining about my day. I sit at my desk and stare at my tickets for december twenty-eighth, mainly wondering why I bought them (impulse). I sit at my desk at school and count the ceiling tiles in every other period. Everything feels like a routine. If I'm or we're lucky, something different will happen to 'spice' up a day. Nothing happens that's worth being spicy.

People are great, they make the day easier, of course. Family.. they're just there. My lazy ass dog oliver is just there too, stealing my spot where I take a nap every other day. Usually I come home and do something to help me kill the ease or stress of every fucking day. I don't have that something anymore. I'm all normal now and it hurts. It's actually tiring and all that great stuff that you feel when you have to go through another day.

No matter how hard I try not to, I feel like I'm repeating myself on here.