So if you live your life in a three piece suit,
In a cocktail dress, or combat boots
You pick your path and you walk your truth
And the world will come round to you.

Pop the cork, a champagne glass
Raise to the future, drink to the past
Thank the Lord for the friends he cast,
In the play he wrote for you.

Saturday, January 22, 2005

I think I'm stressed. But i'm not really sure.

It seems like some things are creeping up on me. There's school work lingering in the background. I've kind of lost one of my part-time jobs. And I have a rather 'fancy' dinner to go to but don't know what to wear and am really really afraid of looking like an idiot in front of the other people there. I feel pressure from certain people to perform ... or maybe it's just a manifestation of pressure I've been putting on myself.

I feel a lack of motivation, or rather, just a lot of worrying being done on my part. It's weird that earlier today I was saying I can handle everything and now I feel like I'm just not good at anything.

Maybe I'm starting to doubt myself.

Maybe I can get a tattoo and piercing. Now that would be cool.

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