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It's hard to explain why it bothers me so much that James hates my hair. He's not my boyfriend. I suppose it could be because he's the only person I'm close to that isn't my family who can actually see my hair in person and he hates it. Clearly hates it. Can't say a single nice thing about it. I get that he's honest, it's one of the things I love ( Read more... ) -
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I feel like a spoiled child ( Read more... ) -
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I never wanted to be this person. But of course, I'm this person ( Read more... ) -
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God. I'm tired all the fucking time. I slept 8 hours last night. A good eight hours. I still can't imagine staying up past ten. I think ten would kill me, actually. The thing is, it doesn't matter how much I sleep or how caffienated I am, I'm still super tired. I just want to sleep, but there's too much stuff to do. -
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Apparently, at night, I can hear the bus parking down the street. At the end of the block. Its so loud its blinding out the television. It's that loud.
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I want to run away and live in hostels in Europe and take pictures of the people I meet. I want to disappear and live with the disenfranchised and only communicate with home through letters. I regret the life I am living. I don't want to be this way, but I feel powerless to change ( Read more... ) -
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I cried today on the way home from Best Buy today. I think I'm falling apart. -
Feeling Sorry for Myself
I just ate an entire box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. And I was watching Wedding shows. Alone. Now I'm watching True Blood and posting on livejournal.
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I'm going to die alone. I've just now come to accept this old conclusion of mine. This is ok. I think.