I've taken to wordless whining when I really want something. It verges almost on the edge of whimpering, kind of plaintive, but more obnoxious. I really, really want House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. REALLY.
Don't tell me if you've read it or liked it. I need this for myself.
I know, I sound really dismissive and who do I think I am? I need this feeling though, this want for something. I think this is worth living for.
Of course, wait till tomorrow, when I have my psych midterm and see if I say the same thing. I'm like three chapters behind the reading and at least ten lectures behind the class.
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