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The last few days have been terrible. I kept snapping until I couldn't snap anymore. I ended up walking around town with Jen until around 11 o'clock Friday night. We sat in front of my street because I didn't want to go home. Some weird guys came up to us and called me pretty. Jen scared them away for me.

Saturday was slightly better. I dyed my hair again. Now it is brown with black and burgundy streaks. It came out quite nicely despite how my parents said it would look stupid. I showed them. Tomorrow I hope to get a picture taken. The lighting at night is horrible.

I'm still stressed, but for some reason I feel as if a weight has been lifted. Something gave way and made it so that I can breathe without suffocating.

I'm still lonely and wavering around without my anchor. I'm doubting the existance of my anchor. I can't do much about it, since I don't want to stoop to such levels and get someone that isn't my kind of person. The kind of person I want is rare, and I will know who he is when I see him. Or scream at him. I've always had the image in my head that I will hate the person that I would come to love.

Bleh, whatever. People like me don't deserve such things. I'm supposedly egotistical, self-centered, obnoxious, incomprehensible, annoying, loud, hate-filled and malicious.

Who wants that?

*shrugs*

I'm in a "bleh" mood. I've had a good day at work, but now I'm exhausted.

The entire store ran out of plastic bags. There won't be any shipments of bags until Tuesday, so we have to rely on paper bags until then. That'll cost the store some money since paper is about 10 cents a bag while plastic is around 1.5 cents a bag. When I went back to the store to get some things, everyone was using paper bags. I've never seen the paper bag well so depleted before. XD

And now tomorrow people are supposedly taking off work for that protest thing. Soldarity of some sort. I'm against the entire thing since its being blown out of porportion and it will only lead to civil strife and eventually a civil war if things keep going.

Whatever, my input on the situation will only bring conflict.

Love the fragmented sentences, real chic.

Night.