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twistedkrys

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Dec 05, 2006 16:01

the nervousness that creeps into my system around exam time is indescribable. i vomited last night/this morning, at 4am. i feel worthless. i feel incapable. i feel like i dissapoint anyone and everyone that has faith in me. this stomach pain is not right. im sorry im such a failure, i wish i could be better for everyone, but all i want to do ( Read more... )

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iamfound13 December 6 2006, 03:12:17 UTC

you are not a failure. i think you and i need some lovin soon. you will get through this! you dont need to do better for everyone, they are still going to love you. you need to do whatever (or however much) that makes you happy (and i know i totally sounded like one of those counsellors and motivational speakers we all hate...but its true)

love love love and more love
come get drunk with me
jordan

shame_less_ December 7 2006, 17:19:39 UTC

dear krys: a few days ago, a notice appeared on my door saying a package was being held for me at the post office. having absolutely no idea what said package might be, i looked up the address of the post office on the internet and missioned there on the bus. a quick perusal of the industrial wasteland that is finch and dufferin revealed no post office. after asking two different convenience store owners who didn't speak english where it was and attempting to follow their wild gestures, i finally found it cozily nestled in between two strip clubs. i got back on the bus and, examining the package and finding no return address, opened it. finding an unmarked wrapped gift inside, i wondered, "is it a christmas present from one of my aunts in the states? is it anthrax? is it a bomb? WHAT IS IT???" with everyone on the bus nervously eyeing me, probably thinking the same thing about bombs and anthrax, i opened it to find.... that YOU HAD SENT ME A PACKAGE, YOU FUCKER ( ... )

twistedkrys December 7 2006, 21:24:59 UTC

bahahahaha, thanks ladies, and claire im really glad it was my package and not anthrax... and there was a sticker on it with my return address, it must have come off...and man, that sucks, i totally assumed it would go to you and that you wouldnt have to go to it...but at least you now know of some strip clubs for when you get lonely. (L)