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I had some vague plans; I can't read; I can't write because I'm too caught up in an anxiety spiral.

I don't really know what I want to do; I freeze until it's night; when it's night it feels too late to start. It feels too late to start on the whole; something about it being 9 pm makes me feel like everything is over. Not like I go to bed until 12 or later but whatever.

I don't know what I'm feeling.

I feel like I'm going to die.

I'm not a person. It doesn't matter.

I'll listen to music loud enough that I can't think.