• Minutes feel like hours when I am here. That little red hand on the clock moves slower each time I glance over at it. Boredom has never felt so boring. This is a normal work day. This is hell. When will time travel be legitimate? Men...you can't live with them, but you can't live without them. Which one am I going to call tonight to help fill the void(I wish a certain someone would call, because he is the only one who could really fill the "void" tonight.)? I fall in love too fast and too hard. I'm beginning to think I'm an addict. It's better than an addiction to heroin, right? Then again, heroin might be easier on my nerves.

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