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Venting Feeling: am I allowed to feel anything right now? I didn't know. I hate my throat and I hate my acid reflux and I hate my stress and I hate my recurring, everchanging allergies and I hate my constant going going going in pursuit of keeping this job that I don't have a choice but to want because otherwise there's nowhere to go but down, and I hate the creeping worry that if I'd passed on this and kept waitressing I might be less worn to the bone right about now. And I am a singer, people. Singing is how I relieve my tension and vent my frustration and comfort myself. It's my audio-yoda. I WANT MY FUCKING VOICE BACK, GODDAMMIT. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |