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I love having alone time, but at the same time I hate it because then Iapos;m just alone with my thoughts. They attack me, those intense thoughts of mine. I am my own worst enemy. I take a shower and wash my body quickly so that I can get out , turn on the television and attempt to escape any argument that I am having with myself in my mind. I get out and check my phone. Why? Why do I ever check my cell phone? No one calls or texts me. Now that heapos;s gone, my phone is always alone. Just like I am. And heapos;s alone now too. I lotion up my body because my mother told me itapos;s always good to do that when you get out of the shower. I then decide that I need�to do something�productive. I go on the computer. Fuck. Definitely not productive. I google images to get ideas for a background of a piece that I am currently working on. Good, thatapos;s more productive. Iapos;m finally on the right track. I get inspired out of nowhere and want to write in my journal. Bad. Now Iapos;m just distracted. I google "bowling" because I am drawing bowling shoes. (My AP concentration is shoes.) Images of Wii characters and games come up. Now I am thinking about how Wii is awesome. I wish I had it. I wish I had motivation, as well. Or an old fashioned feather with a bottle of ink to write letters. Thatapos;s be even cooler.

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