I feel as empty as the sea shells that collect on the sea shore. Washed onto the dry sand i am left helpless, wondering who i am, where i came from, and what to do. Maybe it was the book i read today, but I'm filled with dread--as if some impending doom is going to happen, and i need to be mentally prepared.
I hate being emotional . . . and that's what i am at the moment, not pleasant for someone who hates her emotions. So to cope, I inhale the scent of melting candles, tidy up my room, and dance around my room while listening to Christina Aguilera's bobblehead. I've also joined a new website called herfuture.com which looks promising, and i'm hoping to get advice for starting my businesses. Which i really need to do.
Guess I'll finish that room of mine, it looks like the cat dragged in some beast that ate my belongings, then vomited it back up.
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