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Wednesday, June 28, 2006

supposed to be back at work now.. but i'm soo not motivated to do so. had been slacking since afternoon.. having to sit down n work for onli abt 10 mins or so, den walking back to the couch to slouch. its bad.. the feeling sux... i need some motivation. where was the motivation i had b4 the hols? wen i cld work till late the nxt morning?

had been tinking soo much. too much. words, visions, pictures etc running in n out of my mind. there were even more wen i tried doing my work. mostly depressing.. in fact.. they all were.. wanted to slp n take my mind off it all. wads wrong? wads happening? cried aft bath last nite.. stood in front of the mirror n started tinking.. den emotions came.. including the tears. wanted to spill em all out to someone.. but who? no one... no one can take tt much information i keep inside. wanna call him.. but was afraid he's at work. juz cldnt find anione else.

dance yest was utterly depressing. cldnt rem the steps, cldnt keep up wif the rest... felt like a fool tumbling abt making ugly moves. cldnt look at myself in the mirror, coz all i saw was ugly bodylines, an ugly footwork.. everything abt myself was ugly.

y do tis have to happen wen subm's juz arnd the corner? wanna keep my mind clear n conc.

miss him like hell.. but aparently i hafta get used to it..