Posted by kara lynne on April 17, 2003, at 20:55:31
I feel like I've been dipped in oil, rolled in sand and covered with wool. I lost my place, only I never had one. I feel like I'm in high school belonging to not belonging like I always did. Optimism annoys me. I resent the love connections that I am not part of. I am negative and hostile and ungrateful and unpoetic and inartistic and judgemental and bitter and creaky and pinched. I hate red lights. They make me want to tear my hair out. I hate being told what to do at my job even if I don't know what to do. Does not play well with others. I am a perfectionist who's never done anything...perfectly. It's lonely in this trash can. I need a neck rub.
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thread:220209
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