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[brokenillusions]

God, who the fuck AM I...?

I feel like screaming. Loudly. The only piece of my soul in tact is my storywriting...and I can't even write a page.

UGH SELF PITY WHY. I HATE THIS GODDAMN JOB and I have only been here an HOUR.

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[krycekas]

::frowns, gives him a hug::

[brokenillusions]

Ugh, something's wrong with me, Julie...would it be strange if I said the only thing keeping my mind in check right now is my story?

[krycekas]

Not really.. you always need something to focus on. What do you think I do at work all day? I get story idea's, hehe..

Just take it a day at a time, Ryan.. you know my cell phone number, please feel free to call me anytime, all right? Jer and I are always here for you.

[brokenillusions]

Heh, if I start talking to anyone I'm gonna start bursting into tears. Typing is good for now.