Wednesday, 11 November 2009

I really want to work. But there is too much pressure in my head, that the quality would be horrendous, so there really is no point trying.
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Went to dinner with Yates. I love her to bits she is such a sweetie. Havent seen lots of her, which I know if my fault, but I love her all the same. I hope she doesnt get frustrated with me. I dont know what I am doing anymore. Everything has changed. I cant stop. And I am afraid my friends are going to misinterpret this as giving up. Maybe it is? But I cannot stop it. I do not feel in control. Even if I was really hungry, if I have eaten the set limit there are consequences. They are the rules. And rules are golden. I cant stop. I need to rtead your blogs. I am sorry for my abscence I LOVE YOU ALL

4 comments:

  1. I don't know what I'm doing either.
    I feel lost.
    I hope your okay x

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  2. bonsoir.

    how's the work?

    do text when you're a-breakin'

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  3. p.s. a poem for if you need lighter distraction:

    Dogs and doilies
    on the nine o'clock news,
    Tumbling trumpets
    and shiny shoes.
    Mugs and mangles
    in our worn-out world,
    Trouble our toes and
    touch on absurd

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