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I flirt with suicide; sometimes kills the pain
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Mood:
Tired

so the past few entries have been less than cheery.


i need someone to talk to very much

but I don't really want to talk to someone who knows me and my friends


fuck


i don't have time for this shit

a councellor might help but i don't have the time and money... well maybe I have the money... i definately don't have the time


something about the office makes me so fucking tired

like I'm tied to the rear bumper of a truck heading downhill, the parking brake off and no one at the wheel

i want to learn about magic and aztec gods; i want to read more about navaho and learn to read russian. i want my own goddamned stage.

but when i leave the office i'm too tired.

then i'm back at work and all guilty and lost and angry


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