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Apr 14, 2007 01:18

some of the darkest secrets i've been keeping for years shock even me every once in a while.

this can't be a healthy environment for me to be in.

i am stagnant. i am cold. i am tired. i am at a loss. and this couldn't be more self-pitying of me.

i hope i am not on a register for 10 hours tomorrow. i like working at the theatre so much more than i like working at ikea. i feel appreciated at the theatre. i feel at home there.

the birds circle overhead you
it's like you're already dead

i finally let dave read all of my shorts or poems of what have you. i think he was surprised by them. and that makes me feel good. maybe i am a good enough writer. i feel that if i am impress him, i can impress almost anyone. i have my writing going for me. i have my mind. i have myself.
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