I have these guests... these friends. They are very persistent. In fact, they won't leave. They take up much of my time. They exhaust me. They are called... Amoebas. I feel like I have the flu. No, I feel like I'm depressed and there is no point to moving, but actually my head feels okay, I'm not too sad... just bored, only I can't think, I can't read for shit, I can't write, I can't work... I feel fucking retarded. I just got back from India, and I am weak and exhausted. I am staying with my parents, and believe me that ain't helping things. I need to get the fuck back to the city, but I feel too sick to go out and get food all the time. I had to grab a bucket and sit on it at home depot, cause I thought I was gonna puke and fall over. This shit is so old. I wish Metallic Blue were here so I could cry on his shoulder. They have me on amoeba drugs again. I better fucking get rid of them this time. They keep coming back. Until they are gone I am just fuckin useless. God dammit all to hell.