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Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
I've been thinking about it all week and I think the problem is that I don't know who I want to be. I don't feel like I'm the same person I was before, and I don't know where I want to go from here.
I didn't get the job in the consignment shop; I stopped in the other week to check and see if they were still interviewing and the owner told me they're all set for the moment. It's okay because I don't even know if I wanted to do that.
I do know that I need to do something.
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