2003-07-08 - 3:37 p.m.
I hate responsibility. I owe rent this week, and I've been working forty hours and the vacation I have soon, my one and only vacation all year? It's with my mom and my grandma.
I feel like a walking heart attack.
J. and i haven't spoken for two weeks now and I'm not sure how to feel. A little relieved. A lot less stressed. I feel like a weight is missing, but instead of pure bliss, there's a little bit of emptiness.
things should work out. That's what the adage is, right? And adages are never wrong.
~j
+Broken Social Scene+
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