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Wednesday, April 16, 2003
Okay, I gotta say something. I'm feeling a LOT of pressure right now. The whole five classes thing is getting to me (and I don't want to hear stupid people asking me how hard it could be when all I do is memorize lines. Fuck you and your stupid face.) Work is escalading beyond my simple means. Sure, they act all acquiescent when they need something from me, but I feel overused and underappreciated. I understand that half the staff is leaving or new to the station. But I'm only a student, after all (as they constantly remind me) so it makes me go insane that they expect so much from me. My parents, though well meaning, couldn't pick a worse weekend to come visit. I need to go see the New Play Festival all this and next weekend. Five shows, so little time.
Add to that homework, studying, planning my projects, and keeping up with friends. GodDAMNit. I need an outlet. So don't judge if I disappear for a few hours or I snap at you. I just need some time to figure out how life can get so crowded with trivial matters. Cause otherwise I'll have a meltdown and harm someone (either myself or you, if so provoked). Tell me, what does an ulcer feel like? Like a fiery death in your lower abs? Can it be cured by not eating all day? *sigh* I feel like a hug whore these days, so I'm not gonna ask for one, but if you insist, I suppose I'll take what I can get.
11:53 AM
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