Wednesday, October 20, 2004
( 10:04 PM ) Rebecca
I feel like I’ve been hit with a truck today, yes I do.
Book? Condo? Boyfriends?
They all suck.
Thank God for my boring, high-paid job, where I can get in at noon, close my blinds, cancel my meetings, and do mind-numbing work for the next six hours without having to exercise a brain cell.
Sometimes I long to be one of those people who just sits on the sidelines, never getting bloody.
Then, unfortunately, I get a good night’s sleep and I’m ready to fight again. Where in the world did I get this resilience?
I miss my dad.
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