2003-04-10 - 10:07 a.m.

the days have never seemed to take this long to expire. my body feels as though we should be well into the weekend, but here we are barely breathing on a thursday morning.

everyone is buzzing about around me, unaware that i am dead inside.

its hard to work in a place like this. the hostility, stress and competition are well above normal limits. no one stops, looks me in the eyes, and asks how i am doing. or what i did last night. i make a point to ask how people are in their family, or what the fuck they ate for dinner last night.

so to me, from them, i dont exist. the only time i become of some concern is when some fucking proof for advertising is wrong, or they need something to go to the post office.

i dont mean to whine over such petty social interaction hassles, but i just feel unappreciated, ignored, and forgotten making days long lonely ones.

so there. my week, is this endless road full of people zipping by concerned with their make up or that date tonight, and not the girl lying bruised and beaten on the curb in plain view.

i think i am feeling too sorry for myself.

have a good one.

later.