Life is a terminal illness

Sat Aug 9

I

I’m in Minneapolis now at my own apartment. 

I haven’t started work yet, I don’t want to although I know I have to. 

I live with the girl that I love more than the life I live that allows me to do so.  I miss her.  I’m going to see Slipknot tomorrow.  I’m not excited yet, but I’m sure I will be.  I feel mentally exhausted.  I want to go to sleep, but only if she’s next to me.

I am a total narcicisst, realizing everything I have said in this entire entry has started with forms of the word “I”.