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Jun 22, 2006 14:34

Sometimes gifts don't feel like gifts at all. Sometimes I wish I could be normal. Sometimes I wish I could be shallow and oblivious. Sometimes I wish I didn't feel ALL of this ALL of the time. Most of the time I appreciate it. But today I am really sick of this whole hypersensitivity thing.

I don't know if the things you told me were meant to mystify or make me feel bad or what. I want to know you. But you won't let me do it the way I need to. So I tried to do it your way, and I felt like you were being hostile.

I really just want to sleep all day.

I was just saying yesterday how I haven't had a cig in a while, and really didn't feel like having any. But that was yesterday.

I keep thinking about how we can't go to Martha's Vinyard this year, and it makes me sad.

My parents are going away this weekend. And Tom is graduating. And I have to work early in the morning all weekend. This is the weekend from hell.

I don't know what to do with myself. Besides sit around, be restless and moody and wish I was normal for at least a day. I think I'll go make some coffee. Yeah, I said it.

Peace off
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