I'm at work instead of in my bed.
What stops me from taking the Seroquel in my bag is that I really want to cry. I'm trying to make myself feel now, so I won't have to deal with it tomorrow.
How am I going to work if I stay here all night?
Why won't I just go home?
S said that she would call to get a cab with me, she never did.
Do you see why I don't keep b*tches around me? I can't trust what the f*ck they say!
I was waiting to see if she would actually walk her ass back over there and get me a cab. After all that's the least she could do. But you now what, God may have intervened because we would have been alone, and there's no telling what I would have done.
What do you do when you're afraid of you?
I've never been in a fight and in the last week, I've put my hands on 3 people. Where is this aggression coming from?
I like work.
I have a bday party coming up.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
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