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[19 Feb 2007|08:48am] |
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I felt incredibly lucky to have been offered one job. That was until I was offered two.
I guess I will be staying in Searchlight longer than I thought. A long enough time, at least, to look for somewhere to live.
You know, I think it was always inevitable I'd end up in some place like this. I think before, I was just running. There was a point where I stopped, but not for long. Nine months. Long enough to give birth to a "new me".
That sounds so...new age or something. One of those laughable things. I'm not. I can just see, with the clarity of hindsight, that I was just trying to escape. Of course it didn't work. You can't escape yourself. You can become older, more mature, with different opinions and dreams. But the framework is still there.
That still scares me a little. I don't know how or why. I just think there's something not right inside me. Maybe not malevolent, but something that's a little left of normal.
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