the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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4:32 p.m. + 2003-09-10 = boyz II men and shakespeare in me head.

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why do i toy with myself? it's as though i've purposely dangle that carrot just out of reach. but today, i said "no" and "no thank you." i said i had to go. i said "glad you're not dead or something." i stopped typing. i closed window. i left computerlab.

it's just so hard to say goodbye to yesterday, says boyz II men with borrowed words.

but since i had to examine shakespeare's sonnet 73 today, i'm not looking at this pessimistically. goddamn shakespeare.

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