2003-10-07 - 1:12 p.m. -
Guilty is really a choice and a chore.
Standing in a hallway in the middle of a little liberal arts private university, crying to my mommy because I just don't want to go to class. I can't describe what I was feeling. I wanted to skip three out of four of my classes and having gone to two of those three and being about to go to the third, I realize it wasn't that hard to just go to class and tough it out. I am hungry and I am freezing my ass off (I swear they keep this building at 30 below), but I am proud of myself just mainly for doing what I really didn't want to do. It's not so much that I was scared to go it's just for some reason I just wanted to go home and be. I wanted to be in my apartment, safe and secure and away from everything. I was doing so well. Argh. I think I am more stressed out because of switching jobs and I still haven't even told McDonald's that I am not showing up because I don't want to break Rebecca's heart. I am going to be late if I don't run along. Check you later, Jenn
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