It's pretty hard to sit inside, when it's so very gorgeous outside. I'm near tears as I nearly can't bare that.
I'm such a security-habit-woman.
I should quit. At once. But no, I'm worried that I won't get a new and better job in time and that I won't have enough money to pay my bills afterwards. It's sad. All those worries about money. So wasted! What is it, that gives money so much power? You can't get the real important things with it. You won't be a better person with it. The only thing that matters is that you have a beautiful heart and corresponding friends, something to eat and a roof above your head. Anything in addition is nice but not necessary.
Everything's so superficial around me. Maybe I'm too.
2:19 pm - November 11, 2010
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