6:20 P.M.
Subj: diary entry
Date: 3/11/2004 1:33:36 PM Eastern Standard Time
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I sat there in the vibrating chair trying to relax. I couldn't help but glance over at the clock every 2 minutes.
I'm on my lunch break, and I'm out getting a pedicure. What is wrong with this picture?
I've been so stressed out lately that Tammy thought this could be exactly what I needed.
As my mind wondered I looked down at my finger nails and started to feel guilty. I'll probably go in to get my finger nails done tonight, but I'm cheating Mai out of giving me a pedicure. It's not that she doesn't do a great job, but I needed some sort of immediate relief.
I've been wrapped up so tight that if I were to ingest a piece of coal, in about an hour it would compress itself right into a diamond.
This stress is truly breaking me down, and I feel there is no realistic way out. I've hit a dead end.
It's not like I can turn to my closest friend. She keeps in touch with the one person I can't get rid of.
Maybe I don't feel a bit guilty about dodging the concert, and that absence of guilt makes me feel guilty. I'm turning into a cold hearted bitch.
It is that same transition that has allowed me to move forward instead of backward. It keeps me from staying in one spot for too long.
I am ready to move on, but something stops me. Weather it'the sarcastic comments from my friends or the absence of a familiar presence, something is missing.
I've got to find myself a new addiction to take my mind off of the decisions I�ve made.
I�ve done the right thing. There is no point sticking with someone you are no longer attracted to.
Why waste HIS time?
I keep reassuring myself......
He should be happier now that I�m gone�.
Side note:
John Mayer really knew what he was talking about when he said, "Never ever, ever, ever, ever, underestimate the power of, "I'D LIKE THAT""
Nothing feels better than......"I'd Like That!"
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I'd like to buy the new fuel cd
