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 I was finally feeling secure. For some reason I always second guess myself. I am not good enough special enough, quiet enough, loud enough. I always think I could have done something better. Well I had finally felt that I was good enough, and loved. Fully completely and wholly. Then someone has to go and make some dumb remark and I am back in Highschool feeling threatened by some dumb bitch.

 Well I won't do its. Its all or nothing. Its me and me only or its hit the road jack. I am not the kind of girl who begs and pleads for someone to stay. If you want out, the door is there. No ones blocking your way. Will it hurt? Of course. Will I regret letting you go, not if its what you wanted. Never.

 What a fucking week its been. The one new girl is no longer with us, yes ANOTHER ONE. Luckily the 3rd (third times a charm?) Is sticking around, so far. Even after a couple busy days with her just basically thrown out there. I have taken on some extra hours, which makes me both happy and my feet sad.

 So what do you do when the whole world changes direction and your not sure where your standing anymore? Well I am not really sure what. I guess you hang on and hope you get used to the different direction... So keep spinning world, I think I was ready for a change of pace anyway!

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