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After three days of stomach aches, My period has finally started.

Been having a few hard days, feeling very lost and upset. My reality seems to be closing in on me, as I remember it used to on other times. My breathing is bad, and my mind is full of static noise.

I have a decision I have to make, and it's a hard one. It will affect my future, so I have to make sure I don't get it wrong, since I already made one of those mistakes.

I know that some of this feeling is bound with the book, but most of it is real, and frightning, and annoying.

I knew that my trip was a turning point. Knew it before I even went, but since my return things have somehow became more clear, with sharper edges - my job, my family, my social life, my love life. I always knew the paper wasn't where I wanted to end up in, but now it's not even a place I want to be in.

"These precious things, let them break their hold over me" ("Precious Things" - Tori Amos)

(no subject)

One know that one has crossed a line when one cries reading "Calvin and Hobbes".

To one's defence, the strip was about death and "Gold Dust" was playing on the computer.