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I am moving into the angry phase of recovery. Late this evening I gathered all my flowers in the kitchen and started weeding out the dead ones. Most of the flowers are gone now. I stood there over my stink, looking at the dead leaves and smelling the moldy water. I felt as lifeless as the dead tulips that wilted when i touched them. How did they ( Read more... ) -
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What is this place that I am in? This place that feels so familiar? I could live it with my eyes closed now. It is like a sluggish dream where timely events occur-clocks, cats, bills, books, computers and then more clocks. I peel this orange that my grandmother gave me. I tucked it away in my backpack but forgot to eat it on the plane. I inhale it ( Read more... ) -
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So today Miss "My Parents Pay for Everything" that I mentioned in this post ( Read more... ) -
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My busy schedule is causing me to miss out on time that could be spent with Jon. I hate it. I hope we get some quality time this weekend. -
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I've watched the Michael Richards video a half-dozen times today. I can't explain the way it makes me feel. It is very strange when someone who has made you laugh over and over again does something that makes you sick to your stomach ( Read more... )
