I don't know when my last entry was, but I know it wasn't recent...but I find myself typing at the most unusual times. It's 1:16 a.m. I can't sleep. I have too much on my mind. I don't think I've added an entry since I met Curt in April. Or since I got my first job in March...and lost it in October. Never work at Walmart. It's setting your self up for failure.
I'm so freaking stressed I can't focus. As much as I would like to vent I'm working on becoming less naive. And I should probably start with not posting my thoughts and feelings and personal life on gaia if anywhere on the internet. Not that a lot of people read the entries, but there is always that one person who comments or makes a deal out of something just when you put your guard down or think that it doesn't matter. Or that one time you make a grammatical error.
I'm tired.
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