Wished I could be home.
Wished I could do what I really want.
I want that so very badly.
I wonder how people manage to do their daily jobs without having those troubles I have.
I guess most people like their jobs.
I don't!
I could shout out loud and cry.
But I don't.
I'm a good girl and do what people expect from me.
Functioning.
I'm wondering where that power comes from that keeps me here, instead of just leaving all this crap behind me. Stepping out of the front door and never come back again.
You must be very brave to do that.
I'm not, not at all.
I'm in fear that all my material securities will break down and that I would sit there in poverty afterwards.
So, I will sit here instead, suffering in self-pity and don't change a bit.
How daft am I?
Damn weak me!
10:20 am - July 01, 2009
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