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On this road I cut my barefoot sole on broken bottles
And now Jack's suffocating in his sandbox.
I have an unnerving feeling of not being good enough.
And the overwhelming feeling of the need to please.
Kill or be killed.
Not being good enough.
I feel it.
More than ever.
It's a sad thing to think
.
Perhaps it's because it's the end of 2008 and I don't feel like I did enough this past year.
I feel like my life just flew by
People coming and going like a city bus station.
I feel like I've lost important people, and gained people that aren't so important.
It's a shame that I didn't meet Megein earlier.
She's been keeping my mind from wandering to things that make me depressed.
Am I good enough?
Could I be good enough?
Will I be good enough?
Am I good enough?
I hope so.
Tonight I'll get drunk, and think of kissing her for new years.
Tonight I'll let inhibitions die and just have a good time.
Tonight I'll let go of 2008 and welcome 2009
with open arms.
I feel uneasy.
My stomach feels it too.
I ate, but my stomach is on the verge of bringing it back up again.
I don't know why I feel uneasy.
Maybe I'm not ready to let go of 2008.
New beginnings are scary.
I'll be graduating next year.
I'll be starting my life.
My adult life.
If only I knew what I actually wanted to do with my life.
I want to travel, that much is for sure.
I love Seattle, but I'm tired of the city lights.
I want to spend a few weeks in a cottage in the middle of the woods.
Everything's the same, and nothing can change.
I like the fur on the inside of this hood.
It feels like a sheep.
The whole idea of Codex taking control of what everything that we put in our mouths scares me.
I don't want to be part of the 3million that die.
I signed the petition with my mom's name.
I hope she doesn't mind.
Plain dick and jane world.
This is becoming more of a rambling journal entry than anything else.
I need to quit sticking my fingers in this candle.
My fingertips will be callused if I don't stop.
I need a job.
But I'm stuck up when it comes to where I want to work.
I don't want to work with food.
I don't want to work in an office.
I want to work in some swanky record store.
Too bad no place like that is hiring.
i feel like vomiting.
I guess this is word vomit.
Man overboard.
My uncle was listening to music while he was cleaning his room
And he was listening to the acoustic version of Cherry Pie.
It was fucking terrible.
I'm picky.
Maybe I'm too picky.
I still feel inadequate.
I think too much.
I wish my thoughts had an on and off switch.
My face feels hot.
I might be getting sick.
Or I might just be a hypochondriac.
Who knows.
Goodnight, and Goodluck.
I have an unnerving feeling of not being good enough.
And the overwhelming feeling of the need to please.
Kill or be killed.
Not being good enough.
I feel it.
More than ever.
It's a sad thing to think
.
Perhaps it's because it's the end of 2008 and I don't feel like I did enough this past year.
I feel like my life just flew by
People coming and going like a city bus station.
I feel like I've lost important people, and gained people that aren't so important.
It's a shame that I didn't meet Megein earlier.
She's been keeping my mind from wandering to things that make me depressed.
Am I good enough?
Could I be good enough?
Will I be good enough?
Am I good enough?
I hope so.
Tonight I'll get drunk, and think of kissing her for new years.
Tonight I'll let inhibitions die and just have a good time.
Tonight I'll let go of 2008 and welcome 2009
with open arms.
I feel uneasy.
My stomach feels it too.
I ate, but my stomach is on the verge of bringing it back up again.
I don't know why I feel uneasy.
Maybe I'm not ready to let go of 2008.
New beginnings are scary.
I'll be graduating next year.
I'll be starting my life.
My adult life.
If only I knew what I actually wanted to do with my life.
I want to travel, that much is for sure.
I love Seattle, but I'm tired of the city lights.
I want to spend a few weeks in a cottage in the middle of the woods.
Everything's the same, and nothing can change.
I like the fur on the inside of this hood.
It feels like a sheep.
The whole idea of Codex taking control of what everything that we put in our mouths scares me.
I don't want to be part of the 3million that die.
I signed the petition with my mom's name.
I hope she doesn't mind.
Plain dick and jane world.
This is becoming more of a rambling journal entry than anything else.
I need to quit sticking my fingers in this candle.
My fingertips will be callused if I don't stop.
I need a job.
But I'm stuck up when it comes to where I want to work.
I don't want to work with food.
I don't want to work in an office.
I want to work in some swanky record store.
Too bad no place like that is hiring.
i feel like vomiting.
I guess this is word vomit.
Man overboard.
My uncle was listening to music while he was cleaning his room
And he was listening to the acoustic version of Cherry Pie.
It was fucking terrible.
I'm picky.
Maybe I'm too picky.
I still feel inadequate.
I think too much.
I wish my thoughts had an on and off switch.
My face feels hot.
I might be getting sick.
Or I might just be a hypochondriac.
Who knows.
Goodnight, and Goodluck.