Reading by Computer Light

So, the semester is over, most of my friends have gone back home--with no hope that i'll ever see some of them again--I am all moved in to my summer room, and I am awake once again. Maybe I should get my masters in counseling and treat insomniacs hahaha. Also, my leg kills and I am planning on making an appointment to see someone about it tomorrow ... cross your fingers that nothing's broken
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It's always tough to find things to do when everyone has given over to the state of dreams and unconsciousness. I actually have yet to unpack my room, so I could do that which is what I had planned for yesterday, but it hurts too much to move around such a small space and do all that bending. It still sounds hollow. Sometimes I like to sew, but that's usually a task I need some sort of background noise to. I also don't really know where any of my stuff is since my mom moved me out and stuck everything in bags. ... ah well, I shall keep reading then shall I?

Once cut the ice may bleed.
So dark so rich so deep.
Such an endless flow to make rivers.
Leaving shattered crystals so beautiful, yet so cold.