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The Begining
of the end is what this feels like. A deal with the devil, perhaps?
If you give a mouse a cookie. . .
I wish I hated him so I could just feel that instead of this terrible crushing saddness, desparation, hopelessness. It probably is safer than the alternative, but I guess no matter what he gets to win.
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Lonely, depressed, crying, hiding in the basement, alone.
No where to go, no one to talk to.
Broken words.
Cryptic cryptic.
Yeah, I can't just say what I mean.
type, type, delete, delete.
Broken poe try,
broken thoughts,
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I'm way too tired for this shit.
I really don't know if I can cope. -
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I probably should shower before work . . .not sure I care that much, lol.
At least I'm not crying. Yet. -
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I feel like there is no possible way I can survive. Except that I have no choice. -
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I have an interview with the hiring manager at CVS on Monday. If this goes well, things may start looking up. Getting out of the house will surely do me good, and the initial interviewer said that everyone in the store gets along really well and they like to do group outings and stuff. Which is great, even if I can't go on the outings at least ( Read more... ) -
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I don't even know why he's sleeping on the couch. I was barely awake when it happened, but apparently I pissed him off.
I wish he'd come back to bed.
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I feel like I am a whimp when it comes to pain. I can't stand it. My back hurts, my hips hurt, my head hurts. It drives me bonkers. But then I remember the times I was told "You're doing great, most people are screaming by now." and I think "Really?" Then I wonder if I should be more concerned about my pain, because apparently my tolerance is ( Read more... )