I am very frustrated with my mind. It is driving me insane. Why do I think things that I do not want to think, why must these things keep on coming back? I have tried and tried to get this out of my head. Yet I surrender to it time and again. What is with this? Why must I always be going slightly mad?
By the bye, I am likely not working at camp this summer, which is exceedingly disappointing. I applied at the flour mill where my dad works, which would be a good job that pays well. However, it would require all 4 months of summer, and therefore I could not work at camp. If I do not get the job I will hopefully spend my summer making very little money, instead of lots.
Less than a month of school left. Then home. Home is good. Where is home?
I'm going insane.
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- Teri
- What are you doing here? You should be reading the blog. That's what's going to tell you about me. Not this little column. If you really want to find out more about me, I suggest we hang out sometime. I like inconvenient relationships. They take time, which means they are important. This is something our society has forgotten. So let's go for coffee.
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