Crazycrone (crazycrone) wrote,

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Big Vent...

Covered in the thick,sticky dust from the knocked-down wall, feeling chesty and sick and weak and lonely. I've worked to capacity all weekend, and got nowhere near clearing the middle room. The rest of the flat is full of shit I've dragged out, and I've thrown a lot of interesting old magazines and stuff away, in desperation...but the clutter doesn't seem to have diminished. If I had the energy, I'd cry, I think. It just seems such a hopeles task, getting this dinky flat into reasonable order. Wahhh!  How did I accumulate all this shit?

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