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Mar 25, 2008 22:19

I'm ready to be rid of Greenville. Rid of it's claustrophobic nature, the whole town being one large circle. John doesn't want to stay here, but he wants to to make a future for himself, be success full, make money. I could care less. I just want to live. Somewhere happy and travel and interact and have brilliant, life changing conversations.

Sometimes I wish I had more determination so I could finish school. I wish I wanted to study and write papers and go to class. I just don't. I spend most of my time thinking. My relationships are more important. I'm having a rough day. I'm getting ready to get my period so I'm emotional and stressed and irritated and angry. And I have trouble focusing. I'm drinking bourbon whiskey and writing and happy to know that at least I don't have an addictive personality. I'm addicted to nothing, except skipping class and quitting.

I would write more, but. I'm hungry and John is almost done using the restroom, and I need peace to write.
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