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no matter what i tell myself its still all my fault. everything i hate myself for doing could of been undone but i never took initiative to fix it. now i’m unhappy. every time i wish someone or something would swoop down and rescue me from everything i kick myself for thinking such things could ever happen to me and that i didn’t stop daydreaming and take action of my reality.

knowing myself to well tells me that i will never pursue anything and accomplish nothing.

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MY EPIC STORY


call to adventure:
hugo telling people to bring food items to picnic

crosing threshold:
going to publix

road of trials:
i gave blood this morning and my arm still hurt and is weak. rabbit hair all over me from holding my rabbit, i spilled green tea on my shirt right over my boob so it looked like i was laktating, i took a nap earlier and my makeup smeared and im sick. BUT do i decied to stay home NOO thats what makes this an epic. so im at publix walking around talking to myself about how lame i must look lalalala then i run into my ex boyfriend. "oh hi..." *cough cough*
right about now i feel like throwing myself into the meat grinder.

godly help:
decided to call hugo, which made me feel 10x better.

the ultimate boon:
chips, grapes, 6 cans of TAB, lemonade ice tea, & cookies!!!


then return home.

the end.



hahahaha i love myself. i have so much fun just being alone amusing myself with my crazyness.


lovearlena