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september 14, 1996: empty
i have decided.
my life is a travesty.
i make no money. i am in debt. i overbleached my hair, and now it is falling out. i cry over tupac shakur.
i have a ton of education, and i am struggling to find a job as a cocktail waitress.
time after time, i watch people i fell for leave with someone else.
i have no pride. i have no yen.
i don't learn.
i don't learn.
i sit immobilized, not able to do anything.
i alienate people by complaining too much.
i somehow inspire people not to talk to me.
i can't hold a temp job.
i envy people who do great things.
i want to do too many things.
yet it seems to me that i don't even know what i want to do.
i have tried to start over hundreds of times in the last year.
i digress; i regress; i obsess; i noblesse.
and people love me. people hate me.
but i am not the one they love. i am not the one i hate.
i don't exist at all.
but
i managed to update my home page tonight
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Copyright 1996 Rebecca Eisenberg mars@bossanova.com. All rights Reserved.