Used to doing things right.
<< 4:10 p.m. - Sunday, Jan. 19, 2003 >>
I can�t sit still. Can�t breathe with ease. I want to end this so badly, but where do I start? Chewing the cord on my headphones till tiny strands of copper end up in my mouth. Reading over past entries with an urgency I don�t understand. Rahnia is leaving. Amanda and Andrew. Finals. I�m used to problems being my fault. Now what?

I should stop caring. I must. Don�t want to be so involved. Then no hurt. Then larger perspective and acceptance. If I get too micro, I would end up caught in an eddy with nothing solved. I want time to stand still so that I can get all my homework done in no time.

I�ll try to embrace being single, Gina. *sigh*