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post #185
bio: kristen
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8/14/2005
21:34

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Petrified because I'm good at nothing. I have spoken about this with jane.

(she is off playing rugby for the first time and I'm sitting here NOT going to 'mark's house').

What am I good at? Other people have skills and interests. I think they all seem very content and compensated for their toils. It's that great unknown for many of us though right? How will it happen? the money. What am I good at? What motivates me? What will I take effort to do?

I didn't even mention love with mark and I did I. It's implied.

My skills - my proven skills are at getting my agenda of not having to do anything done.

and then there's the other universe.

Where I am just going through a hard depressing storm. It may last fifty years, but not forever? It could last twelve seconds.

You just don't know do you? Singers have sung it. Bards have barded.

I want to love. I want to matter. I want to be useful.

I want to love. I want to inspire.

I want food, but I'm afraid I'll gorge.



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