Tue, Feb 04, 2003 - 11:08 a.m.

I'm getting better. Yeah it's been one day, but I'm getting better. I have to just stop it and get on with my fucking life. I'm too good to fuck myself over from the inside out.

I feel better already. Now I just have to get out of this shit cold place. What's the good in living somewhere that is dead cold and covered with dirty snow 6 months out of the year?

I secretly want to run away. Logically I know this is stupid, impossible and it would mean giving up everything (including my boyfriend). Even though I love him and he's pretty much my life right now--boyfriend's do tend to tie you down, and being a flirtatious excitement-loving girl--I think that sort of bites.

I want to travel the goddamn world. I want to go to Japan. The spontaneous Grace is in a freaking coma right now and it's suffocating me. I'm suffocating myself.

I can't breathe.

Make it stop.

(My Girl)

LoveGrace

P.S. Nick and I "Christened" his car last night. Yes that's what I'm talking about. At least there's a little excitement in my life.