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Monday, August 11, 2008

the past few days have been insanely unproductive..
aughhhhhh, nice time to fall ill.
thank you ken for the awesomely huge SHGP(study hard goody pack) :)

right now, i'm trying very hard not to let anything affect me adversely.
i am so weak.
and i dont practice what i preach!
i fall victim to the bad habit of assuming, and step into the trap of "expecting" way too often.
how extremely unhealthy.

does anyone understand my train of thought when i say confidence and self- esteem are two entirely different entities.
not RW, she is soo textbook. meep.
breathe, cheryl.
can someone teach me how to hug myself.
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there are times that walk from you,
like some passing afternoon.
there are things that drift away,
like our endless, numbered days.
there are sailing ships that pass,
all our bodies in the grass.
there are things we cant recall,
blind as night that finds us all.
there are names across the sea,
only now i do believe;
a baby sleeps in all our bones,
so scared to be alone.

gonna imbibe some wine and hope i get better tomorrow.

she's not here @

12:47 AM