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Aug 18, 2004 05:33

I think I'm having an identity crisis. I've covered three sheets of legal paper with scrawls of my name in cursive, it's always been a nervous habit. Kelsie Powers told me in 10th grade that it means you have an identity crisis.

I think this is something different. And I feel like typing is the only thing that will make me feel stable. I have a pile of 15 CD-R's, labeled and ready, that I need to burn from my files that were recovered from my broken computer. It's starting to get light out, my stomach is grumbling, and all I can think about is how I miss being with someone. In Before Sunset, Julie Delpy's character said the cheesiest line, but it really touched me: "I'm a strong independent woman. I don't need a man to feed me, but I need to love and be loved." That's how I feel. That's what my life is right now. I made my own money this summer, enough for all the CD's and clothes and books to make me happy. I made crochet scarves today, yesterday I cooked curry. I was in charge of two people's children, to cook, drive, care, entertain, 7 hours a day. But every night this summer, every night except one, I have gone to bed alone. The person I have feelings for, I don't know where he is, literally, geographically, mentally, emotionally, spatially, grammatically. I'm so confounded that I'm going to smoke a cigarette and go to bed.
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