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musicalandacademicblunderings replied to your post: I wanna eat pizza so bad.

I fucking love Cheese.

Cheese is like what I think ambrosia must’ve been like, only BETTER

Rollercoaster Day

I feel like if I don’t constantly consume or find something to constantly consume, I’m at a standstill. I need to keep doing something. I need to keep reading Fictionpress, or scrolling through my dashboard or something active. I can’t just watch Daria or House and be satisfied. But I can’t actually read anything. Like, I have a hardbound copy of The Fault in Our Stars and I haven’t cracked that open. I took out a couple of books, one by Margaret Atwood, another by Kurt Vonnegut and I can’t even reread the summaries on the backs. I can’t even flip them over to read their summaries. 

Lately, I’ve played Pokemon Gold, because it’s easy to start and there’s nothing at stake if I don’t keep playing. But like, I can’t just play it ‘cause it’s not enough. I need to do something. I need to keep doing things. 

I know that this restlessness is to counterbalance my general inertia. I mean, I’m not moving at all. I’m essentially a recluse, but without a purpose. I haven’t found anything to occupy all of my time inside and I can’t be persuaded to go outside ‘cause there wouldn’t be any point. 

It’s not enough to keep me occupied and it’s not enough to move me to action. This is horrible. I feel like I’m dying, but not enough.

I wanna eat pizza so bad.

so, SO bad. All that melty cheese and stuff. Actually, the cheese is pretty much  why. Yeah. Pizza Hut rocks.