Both my hands are numb from th injections; but they ought to be itching too cause I lost my money again, somewhere. I need to find other alternatives to be rich if this is gg to occur on a natural basis! Anw, I can't stop talking today, there's smth about my jaw which should be injected too i guess; but I had fun until someone asked me about my life, I knew sh didn't want to really listen to anth in depth; its just a polite way of conversing; if my life is in th dump, they'd expect me to say, "it's okay", but if life's great, they'd expect to hear, "its alright". We're all sprawled on th floor, staring at each other's faces; I imagined them all in black &white. It's interesting. It was like a scene in Factory Girl, or Ciao Manhattan. Then th girl who asked me this, turned away frm my face &stared at th ceiling. I suppose that hit a nerve as I can't decide what to say when I suddenly heard a voice saying, "sometimes I feel trapped within imaginary four walls. i haven't done anth crazy yet". That was my voice. Creepy. "what kind of crazy are you looking for?" "smth thrilling, illegal or smth. no, kidding" "hmm do you smoke?" "not really." "that means no right?" "yeah" "well, dont. You'll pass th phase."
Crap. I didn't ask her for advice. If I'd needed it, I'd long turn to a counselor wouldn't I?

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