March 2012
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This is why I’ve never had a boyfriend. First I let myself like a guy, and then when he starts talking to me, I can’t say anything. I just think over and over and over “He’s talking to me.” So, the conversation dies, and he leaves or talks to someone else for the rest of the day.
And, of course, this all piles into anxiety, and I’m left scared of emotion and...
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I’m ready to run tomorrow morning. Maybe if I run, then all of these problems and petty little fears will be shed, and all that’s left will be me.
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“The better days of life were ours;
The worst can be but mine:
The sun that...”
– From “And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair” by Lord Byron