A personal study of an adult female analyzing the motivations behind her actions, no matter how embarrassing, shameful or repulsive. I'm my own worst critic.
Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Cracks in my mask
On the way to work, heard U2's Beautiful Day followed by Rob Thomas's Mockingbird. Broad daylight, driving in traffic, tears start streaming down my face. My life can't change fast enough for me...
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