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Hey everyone, I'm perky as hell, I'm sat at my computer smiling like a loon and everyone's watching me perk.

no, really.

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Stupid Mofette made an arse of herself last night. She's most unnatractive when she's crying, so she was most unnatractive for 3 hours last night. Even with her thoughts in the open they weren't solved. I would say she cried herself to sleep, but her thoughts were still alive once she could cry no more. Once the crying stopped she could hear her own thoughts, and that's when she's most afraid. Afraid of what her paranoid brain tells her, and she believes it.

It has a most dependable skill of making her believe everything it says. And so she tries to keep it occupied. Tries to keep it immersed in computer games and talking crap. Alcohol seems to keep it sedated the most. Drinking makes her sleepy, and then her brain doesn't have time to say things before she sleeps. Her bank balance, however, doesn't want to let drink and her brain, doesn't want to let her sleep. Doesn't want to let her be peaceful once she is asleep, and so it turns to her subconscious. Dreams that exhaust her physically and mentally and invade her privacy. How dare her brain come to her personal time. The one place that it can't get her, or so she thought, and it's still there.

And so she still sits, listening to her brain. Wondering if it will ever shut up.