What to do... 2004-04-30 1:41 p.m. I was finally able to keep some soup and crackers down at lunch. I'm still completely stressed with no outlet what so ever and it's insane.

I've always been able to capture my feelings in my work, this time, I can't for some reason.

I hate this feeling of helplessness. Of not knowing what to do in a situation or even where to begin. Sure, I've had issues come up before that were life altering, but I always knew what to do, for better or worse.

Like, when Mark cheated on me, beat me, abused me verbally, I divorced him. When he then raped me and got me pregnant, I had an abortion. When I realized how much my parents were taking advantage of me, I cut them off.

Now, I'm not saying I made the best decisions, but I always knew what to do. This time, I have no idea.

I'm afraid to tell Scott, I'm petrified to tell Cole or my brother, and all three for the same reasons. They'd be on a killing mission within the hour.

Bleck.

I know you're all probably sick an tired of hearing me gripe, seems I've done a lot of that in this journal. I guess, that's why it's mine to do with what I please...... What to do... �does the shoe fit you now�

Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now

Through the years and the kids and the jobs
And the dreams that lost their way
Do you ever stop and wonder
Do you ever just wanna say

Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now

We're older but no more the wise
We've learned the art of compromise
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry
And sometimes we just break down

-- suzy bogguss --

What to do...
2004-04-30 @ 1:41 p.m.

I was finally able to keep some soup and crackers down at lunch. I'm still completely stressed with no outlet what so ever and it's insane.

I've always been able to capture my feelings in my work, this time, I can't for some reason.

I hate this feeling of helplessness. Of not knowing what to do in a situation or even where to begin. Sure, I've had issues come up before that were life altering, but I always knew what to do, for better or worse.

Like, when Mark cheated on me, beat me, abused me verbally, I divorced him. When he then raped me and got me pregnant, I had an abortion. When I realized how much my parents were taking advantage of me, I cut them off.

Now, I'm not saying I made the best decisions, but I always knew what to do. This time, I have no idea.

I'm afraid to tell Scott, I'm petrified to tell Cole or my brother, and all three for the same reasons. They'd be on a killing mission within the hour.

Bleck.

I know you're all probably sick an tired of hearing me gripe, seems I've done a lot of that in this journal. I guess, that's why it's mine to do with what I please......

yesterday || tomorrow

Brief - 2007-07-05
Ketchup - 2007-06-23
- - 2006-04-03
Links - 2006-03-05
The End - 2005-10-24

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