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Monday, bloody monday.

was supposed to start working on the book today. it didnt work at home. no concentration. carried my laptop to the libery. still didnt work.

Sat on fb talking to ppl, trying to solve their problems like i was getting paid. Only because i dont want to think about what is happening to me.

I am confussed. Maybe i have to make a choice too. Maybe that's the best way. Maybe only then she doesnt need to be sad....

Maybe i should....even everything single bone in my body is saying no....