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Well I guess what I forgot to mention is that I’m just an empty shell right now… my whole body feels empty except for my chest which sometimes has this tight, fluttery death feeling in it, mostly when I contemplate just how much crap I have to get done and how little of it I’ve engaged in.

I spent 6 hours in the bathtub last night, drinking beer, smoking weed, and watching an entire season of Weeds.

I’m pathetic.

You’re not pathetic. Combining baths + weed is one of my all-time favorite activities. Being in your parents’ house is really hard. Or, at least it is for me. (Uh, it’s hard for me to be in my parents’ house, not yours. That would just be creepy.) It has nothing to do with loving them, but if I stay there more than a week I always feel like slightly less of a myself, like I’m stuck in my teenage phase or something. I have no advice. But I hope you feel like you again, instead of a shell.