I keep starting sentences, lines of thought that do not lead anywhere. They are all directions I have gone before and writing about them has not led to any resolutions or comfort. I don’t have any new opinions on them really. So I’m going to list them, get them out of my mind for a bit. Write down the plain sad truth.
Seven bottles of Jameson in one month is too much. And I still want a drink right now
I can’t concentrate on work and I don’t want to be here or even think about it.
My boyfriend is still the worst boyfriend ever but he’s happier now that I’m leaving him alone.
I just told a guy I work with that I hate love. I think I mean it.
I’m trying to play sick so I can go home and crawl back into bed. And I think it’s making me sick.
Or it could be nerves or stress or crohns disease.
This blog sucks.
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