A Jess is Forever
So it's true. I can't sleep.
It is no fault of mine, i'm just nervous and a giant flabby pussy.
But who wouldn't be in my position?
Ghandi maybe.... but i'm no Ghandi.
I'm not so much afraid of the actual dying per-se... more of the what i will leave behind.
I mean, who wouldn't miss an absolutely great life such as mine?
And I'm being totally serious, no joke, 100%.
I've really enjoyed the past few years, and I don't want to give it up.
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I thik a lot will change next semester.
I'll probably have a lot more confidence. Real Confidence.
Not the feaux - strength I exude wherever i stride.
I don't want to sound vain or anything, but not looking like myself made me not feel like myself.
I always felt like i was being calculated, and not found to be worth as much as I really am.
Ho hum. Anxiety.
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I'm babbling.
Well, i'm gonna try to go rest or something before I make myself sick.
I know I won't sleep, but I might as well go lay down or something.
Good night all.
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