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There is nothing I can do that is right. I'm just so so tired of it all. Of everything. And maybe I am being melodramatic, but I feel...trapped. Stifled. I need to get out. I need to be somewhere that is else. Now.
I'm supposed to go to the museam today with TOOMA. So, I got up early and got dressed... I have this great shirt that I've only worn once. Because it has very little back. But not little enough to where I would be embarrassed(sp?) to wear it in public. My mom won't let me wear it, though. It's indecent. Why on earth would she let me buy it with my own money if she thought it was indecent? grr. Nevermind. I know the answer to that. . . because it's my money and I can do whatever I want with it. However, I feel that this is a dual lesson. Money management and how not to be a slut 101. joy. Meanwhile, Mama has also been at me to find a summer job. I haven't exactly been trying very hard, though. Not with my theatre stuff paying me like it is. Anyhow, last night I went to Gotajob.com and saw that the Ramada is hiring for a front desk person. Do you know what job my mom doesn't want me to get? Yeah. It's that one. Because I'll be leaving soon... she'd rather have me work at Brusters. *Gag* I think we're all agreed that anywhere with food is not where Becca needs to be. Somedays.... somedays I just want to go and hang myself from the bradford pear tree in our front yard. /rant
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