diary livejournal fossils
Some sort of funk. I crashed at about six thirty, and meant to wake up at midnight to see if I could catch some people online, but I got up at 2 instead. I lay there for half an hour or so thinking, before deciding that wasn't productive, so now I'm working with Floid again to get my transfer partition back.
I really need to stop thinking, all I end up doing is confusing myself. I keep getting stuck on trying to define what different people mean to me, and I have a hard time just letting it be. Oh well