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"Siddhartha," he said, "why are you waiting?"
"You know why."
"Will you go on standing and waiting until it is day, noon, evening?"
"I will stand and wait."
"You will grow tired, Siddhartha."
"I will grow tired."
"You will fall asleep, Siddhartha."
"I will not fall asleep."
"You will die, Siddhartha."
"I will die."

-- Siddhartha, by Hermann Hesse.

anyway.

....ugh.

iii... want to die.
so tired.

i'm not sure if i'm stressed. i don't think i'm stressed.
i'm slightly homicidal, but only at my tree.

and my tree sucks.

lots.

fuck it.

i... don't have the energy to cry.

i have shitloads of hw, no time or energy to do it in.


i'm really, really sorry if i've been at all bitchy to you.
i don't like ordering people around, cause i'm bad at it, so i overdo it or underdo it.

or something.


but the tree sucks, the boat sucks, and it's not the fault of the people who built them, because *they* did a great job. lots and lots of thanks.

the boat just isn't a boat and the tree... isn't a tree.

and i'm shutting up now. too tired to not rant.