January 1970
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So basically I fucked up.
There were a few overlapping reasons why, and some weren’t really my fault. Point is, i’m lucky to still be employed. And although my life just seems to be getting progressively worse, at least someone made sure I got to keep my job. (and they made sure I had a huge group hug waiting for me when I left work crying)
I love the three musketeers.
I was never really into superheroes, as uncool as that might be right now. The three musketeers were my superheroes and they still are. :)
I really hate this.
I feel completely out of control. My sense of self is evaporating and I don’t think I can stop it anymore.
tumblin' on the airplane.
:)