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Why do they have to fight when we're all here. It's so fucking awkward. Conflict. Conflict. Conflict. I don't really enjoy family gatherings entirely. I try. But a lot of things rise up and they start going back and forth, blaming one another. I hate it. I absorb too much. Absorbing emotions is something I cannot stop. Meh. I hope they tone down.
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Wow. It's been a while hasn't it? I know I closed this down because I wanted to forget, I wanted to move on, and now that i have, well, there's not point in keeping this closed. This probably is the longest running blog that I have that was updated regularly back then. I remeber writing here to get the attention of someone that used to be special ( Read more... ) -
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RULES TO LIVE BY AND THINGS TO GET USED TO ( Read more... ) -
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I started the day sad, frustrated, insecure, tired and upset. Not to mention waking up late and almost not making it to work on time. I ended the day just about the same. Sad, frustrated, insecure, tired and upset. I welcomed my 23rd year alive and well just about the same ( Read more... ) -
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Hmm. I don't why I stay when I clearly am unhappy. Why do I even try? I just keep trying and giving things a second chance, another second chance and just end up in my own little misery over and over again. Fuck society and the people who create them. Fuck those who make people feel less than what they're worth. For making people feel like they don ( Read more... ) -
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Expectations ( Read more... ) -
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So guess what, I actually passed the revalidation and got in as a probationary employee! After the revlidation I actually felt really light and more happy. I thought back on why things were so rough back then and I could hardly piece together anything. How small things turned into something so major for me. I suppose I was stressed out by the ( Read more... ) -
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My mother loves rubbing things in my face ( Read more... ) -
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Hmm, so much in my head again ( Read more... ) -
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So here I am today. Probably because this is the best way to "talk" to "someone". This journal at least is a constant thing who doesn't really care what I write here but takes it all in ( Read more... )