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I have a ton of things to write about, but nothing to say.

I have the urge to pick up the phone and talk to someone, but I have no one to call.

I'm not who I want to be because few people like her, but less people like who I am now.

I could sleep for days, but not be rested.

I have way too much time on my hands, but never enough to get it all done.