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ok. I'm calling in dead.
This past year has killed me. since last june, there's been two deaths, five moves, shit males and even worse jobs. And all friends I thought I had have proved themselves to be not the folks I thought they were. I'm poor and tired and feel as though I've been beaten even when I awake in the morning. I've no creativity left and just sent away one of my favorite people away. I can't deal with this, I'm calling in dead.

ps. you'll hear from me tommorow