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[Jul. 17th, 2006|02:03 pm]
My face hurts. A lot. And it's square-shaped.

I wish I would just hurry up and heal. I feel so useless, lying here and bleeding. I feel as though the most important part of my summer is rushing past me while I try and recuperate. Dammit.

The most fun aspect of it all is my total removal from reality. The drugs and the pain have lead to a sense of apathy that trumps everything. I no longer can see the repercutions of my actions, which leads me to believe I'm going to do something stupid soon. Take pitty on my poor broken body, mind, and soul.

[User Picture]From: flirtinflamingo
2006-07-22 05:46 am (UTC)
oh...poor Theo. I still feel bad for forgetting that you had them out. I hadn't even talked to you in days and actually didn't forget persay. Kristen had briefly mentioned going to your house to cheer you up, and you had vaguely mentioned it the previous week. I suppose...no...it was my fault that I was not up to date on your life. Sorry again and I hope you are feeling better now that it has been a week.
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