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Dealing with anxiety and tiny hands in a land where phonology experience means exactly nothing. Witness the freeform discovery of childhood trauma through the day to day joys of other people's kids.

5.04.2005

loser.

Still no paper yet. I don't know what's wrong with me... Now is excuse-making time. Or I could just tell her the truth, that I'm a loser and can't handle her crazy work. I am ambitious when it comes to ideas, just not necessarily in the follow-through.

Oh well.
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