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I can't help feeling that everything/everyone in my life is just one big disappointment after another. Myself and my actions included.

The amount of times I have now seen The Holiday is quite disturbing.

And this overwhelming feeling of sadness is just wretched.

Normally it would make me paint or do something creative and I would turn depression into something beautiful. But I just don't have it in me to do anything. Except write this silly blog.

It makes me want to get off my medication....
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WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME THAT LONG BEACH PRIDE WAS THIS WEEKEND?!?!?!?!?!?



WHO WANTS TO GO?????

I just got home from the longest day of work ever. And my apartment smells like a whole new kind of funk. Or gas. And I'm talking the stove kind. Someone come take a whiff. I'm scurred.

I love it when people puke outside my fucking apartment.

I'm finally awake and feel that yesterday deserves to be made known. Or at least spoken about because it makes me so giddy that I want to shout.

A very very good friend (check hero) took me along on what was to be her adventure. And it was pure bliss.

She was in a very abusive relationship just over a year ago and it resulted...
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I fall asleep to The Holiday so often, I think I have memorized it via dreams.


And I think I've also somehow turned sex into a new form of self loathing.



Oddly. I am happy. And my boobs/belly are sunburned. Sweet.