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Thursday, July 25, 2002

ok i'm waking up to my senses alittle. doing other people's resumes not only suck but it's simply insanely irrational. i might as well get hired by those pple who actually call my dear up. i don't know why i do this. i don't understand love, if this is supposed to be love. anyways,

my parents are leaving for europe on a 1 month holiday, which essentially, gives me also 1 whole month of zero parental control. yeah "yippee". i know you can't believe that i sound only this much of enthusiasm. frankly, i'm sick of my parents suspecting me of running amok, throwing crazy parties, getting laid by my bf every second of the day. i thot i might earn a little of their respect after all these years but ... since my dad cheated on my mum, everything's been turned upside down and no one can really trust anyone in this family. my dad even suspected me of doing something sneaky behind their backs, everytime i say i've got church stuff...
it's revolting. and i've had it up to here.

respect is hardly ever earned. it's just an inward believe of oneself and of others. my cynicism hates my idealism but i don't really care. all i really think i need right now is just a little bit more sleep. and perhaps, a good massage for my back... :)

posted by happyhannon at 11:30 PM