Tuesday, August 30, 2005

 
Just as I thought it might be ok, planned to work hard and good till the next vacation I crash and the doc gives me a week's sick leave at the least. I hate myself. Can't understand why I can't cope with life. I do try... Why doesn't it seem to matter that I make an efford for real? I'm so lonely and tired...

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