July 26, 2002 | 11:47 PM Rigamarole
John and Jenn woke me up from a horrible nightmare. It involved non-consensual sex, and psychiatrists and the ingestion of live scorpions. Oh Jesus. I started packing. I�m leaving so fucking soon. I have the hiccups right now. How will things be for me? What am I getting myself into? What am I doing with my life? Memories flood my consciousness and do me no good. Words stick in my throat and block my digestion of the truth. I really and truly will be alone. Alone. All by myself. Sometimes I just honestly don�t even want to go on. I read Big Blond by Dorothy Parker the other day wile sitting in a Burger King and sipping a large Diet Coke. Have you read it? You�d understand. I think, if you had. All the things I ever wanted have gone poof. The abortion. It just. I don�t know. I just kills me. I try not to think about it. Because when I do, I just lose my shit. I thought when I was stupid, when I was twenty-two and didn�t know my own ass from a hole in the wall, that John and I would be married and have kids and a place of our own. Now I�m twenty-five and I feel like I�m forty. I feel like everything I say and do is fake. I feel like a ghost haunting my own past. I wish I had a time machine and I could just start this whole rigamarole over again. I�m afraid that the rest of my life is just going to be a coda to all this. All this sadness.
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