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Not all scars show,
and not all wounds heal.

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Sarah is constantly aggravated by a few choice people who decide that its okay and fun to never do their work and thus force it upon her.

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Saturday, July 30, 2011
timing is everything

it is (technically, was) official. Thursday was the absolute worst day of my entire existence.

not only did i have to make several(SEVERAL) detours to the washroom to drop off some timber, i had the worst cramps imaginable and even the comforting hot water bottle could do nothing but watch on helplessly as i squirmed around in my seat, desperate to find a bearable position to be in. Futile.

Got home and wasted time tapping away on Devon(it was meant to pay homage to the phone cover at the time) while having cramps.

Then, just as I was about to hold a beautiful, simple pity party for myself and the awful day i was having, a lizard fell from the sky and graced me with its presence by very discretely propping itself on my head. I figure that once it saw that beautiful, poop brown colour of my roots it was so stunned it immediately dropped to my feet in respect. I however, too stunned to think through the lizard's true intentions, scrambled to my feet, forgetting that my chair was NOT rooted to the ground, tried to use it as leverage to propel myself out of the room as quickly as possible and of course, failed.

Then my father laughed at me for crying.
And my mother scolded him.
After that i realised i could use an upgrade and hold a full-sized pity party right in my own bedroom where i proceeded to cry myself to sleep in trauma and in pain.

Childish. I know.

These few days have (thankfully) been rather uneventful and I am glad.
Oh, I did get a letter. Rejection. Yes. But it feels much better now.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay