hands hands hands my hands are shaking i can't stop it's hyper i'm hyper i need to settle down meditate stop moving around but i can't i can't i need to keep moving because my hands are shaking and i'm bored i'm excited not bored i need help please someone i have to do something to stop because i'm shaking so bad my hands are shaking and my eyes they stray they keep going seeing looking at things and i keep mistyping and deleting and re-typing again because i'm making so many mistakes i can't stop making mistakes because my hands are shaking i shouldn't have drunk that coffee i don't know what's wrong with me now i can't stop typing i just need to transfer all this energy i'm hyper have to stop have to have to or else oh shit i can't something's wrong my brain is on overdrive and i'm going to overdrive it over a bridge and crash now i can't quit these hands are moving too fast too slow for me need to run out of energy really help please not stopping can't afford to stop because i would destroy things around me if i do try to stop typing but i keep mistyping what do i do please i'm hyper i'll try to stop now but suffer the consequences don't want to suffer the consequences but i have to stop now because i'm repeating myself over and over again repeating myself not good have to stop soon now...
Uncertain
It has been a good minute since the last post, hasn't it? Everyone else is moving with their lives, some of them away from myself. That's not necessarily bad. Some bridges needed burning. Some friendships needed breaking. Some people need growing. So where do I fall? I am stationary. No, silly, not pencils, erasers and clicky things that smell nice. I'm still, although I move daily. There are things that are improving, like the size of my belly and the amount of energy I feel I have. There is more freedom, even in this small space. I have new... should I call them acquaintances? We're not friends. Connections? Maybe that's a more suitable word. We do little else but fuck, so seems too much to put any effort in worrying about it. And I finally did it. I am strawberry blonde on a good day, darker brown with highlights on others. Then there's the silence. I have so much of it. An abundance of quiet to share. The biggest uncertainty comes from the fear that I a
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