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2002-08-29 - 10:33 p.m.

i've been a ticking timebomb this week.

so much shit that i have to get taken care of in the shortest amount of time.

doctor visits, going to the school to sort out my schedule, oil changes and visiting everyone before they dispurse across the united states...

making things work out last minute such as: not going to alabama and instead going to vermont with natalie for a weekend (it was amazing---farm stand strawberries, walking on stones in the brook and car rides against green mountains) and living each moment as much as i can.

i'm moving this sunday. i'm excited. my life is almost all packed away into cardboard boxes. i got rid of five big trash bags of clothes and 2 bags of crap that took up space in my life and my room.

the worst was the love letters.

so many love letters from over the past five or so years. i held onto them, and the other night i read most of them through, and then threw out the ones i could live without. some of those words were poetic and beautiful, but i haven't talked to the boy in years. funny how words can mean the world one minute and feel dead cold the next.

i should get back to packing. it's going to be a lonnnng day tomorrow. tying off all the loose ends i've let hang for too long.

(p.s. thank you to jen for fixing my diary. you are the best kitten in the world and you know it. xo.)

prove me wrong.