-the redhead- (theredhead) wrote,
-the redhead-
theredhead

All spun up with no place to go

The tide of thoughts crash ferociously against the rocks of identity in my mind. The sand and pebbles are shifting, swirling in the turbulence. Where will everything come to rest?

I hate it when my mind is spun up like this. Without direction. Without purpose. I need to order it, or occupy it, or shut it off somehow.

The after effects of being force fed Coke and 'za at 5:30. I should eat more than once in 24 hours...

-the redhead-
... exhausted body, active mind...
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