Day I

It was tough. It was trying. My stomach kept aching, my mouth had a bad after taste of tar all day long and I fell asleep twice while studying for the paper. Things are only going to get worse going along. Nicotine input decreased by well over 100% so that is a good thing. Any change in serenity is yet to be felt. The mind is overworked as usual with random fleeting thoughts about a million things occupying it, short attention span that does not respond well to conversations not consisting of monosyllables and lasting more than 2 minutes. Even music seems averse. No pleasure can be derived from music/amvs/code/3ds.

no desire to heal/broken metaphors/I certainly would not walk away/dreams incantation/and i stole my way/arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh