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[here_inmyhead]

Other than discovering a Vulpix I traded for had Pokérus, it was otherwise a horrible, emotionally draining day.

I'm wasting away here. There's nothing for me in Corpus Christi. I have a feeling I'll just rot and become ill in bed forever. I'm that sad. But it won't matter because there's nothing out there but heat and straw.

Doesn't help I had no sleep either. I'm such a lazy twit. I'm bored with everything.

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[replica.livejournal.com]

Aw, I don't think you're lazy D:

[the-terrible.livejournal.com]

*BIG HUG*

[psychicninja.livejournal.com]

*cuddle loves*

There's not much that can be done when it feels like a place has nothing to offer. It could also be within you, however. Often when I think that a place has nothing for me, it's because I do not feel challenged or useful. And that feeling will pass, most assuredly. You have to keep trying. Doing the things you love and hate, listening to any and every music until it starts to appeal again, writing and writing until you find that one passage that doesn't sound like crap. And so on.

Make sure to get rest, Puri. And for goodness sake, feel better!