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Jan 26, 2011 11:48

its funny how packing everything you own into boxes can make you feel freer. I think a little piece of me wants to throw it into storage rather than the new house... and run away.

Which I guess I almost am. Running, sort of. I think I'm running toward something though not away from it. Toward something better? Dont I sound confident...

Maybe I'm running toward something more. More peaceful, more comfortable, more intimate. I think right now I need to be around people I can rely on.

He's not a bad guy, just not the type of guy I can trust. I don't know that trust is the right word entirely... although I dont trust him. OR if mistrust should be the only word. I've always been a skeptic but some of the lies he tries are just too outlandish. They're minor bullshit things, but they speak volumes.

Again, my head is not focused, I'm so out of it this week. So much going on. Maybe I will run away, it would greatly amuse me... but then again I like my job

relationships, random, boy, projects, bull

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