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Guys, I meant more whoever reads this that isn't you. You being f-list. I post my el-jay link on my facebook and myspace. I would totally make a friends only entry to tell you abt the new job, but eff that. I don't feel like it. I like my journal to be public. I really don't write enough to keep secrets from anyone. You guys will find out in a few weeks. Maybe sooner than that.
I had a horrible nightmare this morning. A. came around. He started calling me and texting. I ignored everything and accidentally bumped into him. He tried to apologise for all of his previous bullshit. He had had a stroke or a heart attack or something. He was severely fucked and had put on a lot of weight. I told him to fuck off and ran to find John. I woke up out of breath. I think Natalie is right, I need to seek professional help. I would love for this to go away but I can't bury it. I hate thinking about it and I assume everyone hates hearing about it. I just wonder why all these issues arise years after the fact.
I had a horrible nightmare this morning. A. came around. He started calling me and texting. I ignored everything and accidentally bumped into him. He tried to apologise for all of his previous bullshit. He had had a stroke or a heart attack or something. He was severely fucked and had put on a lot of weight. I told him to fuck off and ran to find John. I woke up out of breath. I think Natalie is right, I need to seek professional help. I would love for this to go away but I can't bury it. I hate thinking about it and I assume everyone hates hearing about it. I just wonder why all these issues arise years after the fact.