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I've got to get out. Seriously. I know there's plenty to do around this place. I keep making excuses such as I have no one to accompany me and that I've got a million different projects/applications I need to be working on. There's the general self-loathing, too, which I know is absolutely ridiculous. Why is it that the meanest of things people have said to me stick in my memory the most? Growing up, it was the mother's tyrannical voice. Then the boys had their opinions. Now all the negativity directed my way simply exists in a silent attitude.
It's high time that I at least attempt to try the dating thing. The trouble is that the whole process is so fast-paced, and I can't quite jump into something like I did when I was younger.
I miss Madam Duke. "Be confident--I know you have it in you." For a while there, I was. She was such a life coach.