I don't know what to do with myself lately.
I'm exhausted. I sleep all day, and I'm exhausted. I read, I write, I sleep. That's my existence as of now.
When I'm asleep, I have amazing dreams. And then, all I want to do is sleep. My dreams are so much better than reality, I just want to live there. Sleep for the rest of my life. Live in my dreams.
There is literally a constant stream of music surrounding me. My iPod, my car, CDs in my room, anything.
It helps me to get lost. Losing myself has become a hobby lately.
I like to pretend Frank Sinatra is singing to me.
I'd like to fly away with him.
I'd like to fly away.
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