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I've just been going through some very old papers and I found some notes from one of my exes. Sometimes I really wonder why I keep shit like this. So really all I have to say is the following:
Cindy.
You were a bitch. I kept your notes for 6 years and now I've shredded them.
You have been deleted.
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You know my day started out really great and I think that quite possibly it had the potential to be my favourite day this week. Then I went to work and it just went downhill from there. It wasn't that anything particularly bad happened, it was just that I didn't want to be there. Once I realized that I didn't want to be there the slump began and I fell into this daze/depressional state that I just can't shake now. It won't go away no matter how hard I am trying. I ended up leaving work early because I just wasn't feeling up to being there anymore, plus I ripped a hole in my skirt and I figured that there aren't too many people out there who really wanted to see a part of my ass. I had every intention of going back for closing, but I changed my mind and Paul didn't really seem to care. So I went home and changed, rested for a bit, went to Walgreens and got cat food. Then I drove and drove and drove and drove. I didn't want to be home, but I had no place to be since Beth wasn't home.
Yes, I drove on Tramway until I hit that Casino/Resort thing and then I turned around and drove all the way back to Beth's on the off chance that she would be there. Nope. Plans fall through. We'll do it tomorrow.
Now all I want to do is flop down on my bed and write for a little while, but I have a horribly sore spot on my neck which doesn't really allow for me to do that.
Fuck. You.
Yes, I think that about sums up my mood right now. Perhaps tomorrow will be better, but there is always the potential that it could be worse. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Cindy.
You were a bitch. I kept your notes for 6 years and now I've shredded them.
You have been deleted.
[Edit]
You know my day started out really great and I think that quite possibly it had the potential to be my favourite day this week. Then I went to work and it just went downhill from there. It wasn't that anything particularly bad happened, it was just that I didn't want to be there. Once I realized that I didn't want to be there the slump began and I fell into this daze/depressional state that I just can't shake now. It won't go away no matter how hard I am trying. I ended up leaving work early because I just wasn't feeling up to being there anymore, plus I ripped a hole in my skirt and I figured that there aren't too many people out there who really wanted to see a part of my ass. I had every intention of going back for closing, but I changed my mind and Paul didn't really seem to care. So I went home and changed, rested for a bit, went to Walgreens and got cat food. Then I drove and drove and drove and drove. I didn't want to be home, but I had no place to be since Beth wasn't home.
Yes, I drove on Tramway until I hit that Casino/Resort thing and then I turned around and drove all the way back to Beth's on the off chance that she would be there. Nope. Plans fall through. We'll do it tomorrow.
Now all I want to do is flop down on my bed and write for a little while, but I have a horribly sore spot on my neck which doesn't really allow for me to do that.
Fuck. You.
Yes, I think that about sums up my mood right now. Perhaps tomorrow will be better, but there is always the potential that it could be worse. Fan-fucking-tastic.
