this is me, wallowing
written @ 1:40 p.m. on March 17, 2003

There aren't enough ways for me to express what a piece of crap I feel like right now.

All I know is that we have to move on, and I have to prove to him how much I love him. Because I do, I want this to work out.

...Hopefully Wednesday will work out too.

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