August 6th, 2005

solitude

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finally made it home.

so freaking exhausted.

felt bad i wasn't more use.

i'm sorry that i make sucky frosting.
i'm sorry that i poked a hole in the wedding cake.
i'm sorry that i can't do floral arrangements.
i'm sorry that i can't cook.
i'm sorry i did nothing but stand around.

one more day. i hope i don't forget to take anything with me.

and in the meantime, i'll drag my tired sore ass upstairs and toss it into bed.

i need a hug.
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