Here I am in the darkest part of my apartment. Dreading going to work tommorow, I am tired woren out. I feel like I coming apart. ( Look the Blonde is having a nervous break down. ) It is tough being a bombshell I have to control my inner diva which likes to come out at work. I spend so much time thinking about the people and how they come to this state in their life and I feel like I have access to much information. It is difficult not to judge or just want to ignore them.
So sitting here in the dark waiting for the violent collaspe of my life or anything that comes in contact with me. I think this is my deepest blog post yet. Don't worry i still want to talk about my hair and my new diesal shoes. I am a sick women. I am a shoe junkie.
A man today at work suggested that Jesus could save and he changed his life almost 24 years ago. The problem is that I think about issues and often to hard. You see, I have moments where I feel like Forest Gump where he admits to Jenny that he knows he is not a smart man but he can love her. I am just breathing to hang on.
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