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I feel peripheral. As though there’s a world I was part of that I’m not anymore. I don’t know what to say to people I used to talk to all the time. Like anything I have to say about my life isn’t anything I feel like saying. I have things to write about, but they’re incomplete… peripheral. And I just don’t have the energy to do it after work, and there’s too much else to do on the weekends. Always so tired, and trying not to act it. Seems to work sometimes.

I just feel peripheral.

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  • Anonymous

    April 18, 2002 at 11:19 pm

    peripheral

    sometimes it helps to look at things out of the corner of your eye. different perspective. I’ve found that feeling so skinny just helps you be more grateful when you gain weight again (metaphorically speaking, of course). meh. what do I know? I’m just a far away girl who likes reading your journal and sending a smile now and then.

    -jinx

  • Anonymous

    April 19, 2002 at 4:49 am

    i agree.

    Peripheral is a good description of our shared state.

    I enjoy how mum says I’ve been floundering around not
    knowing what I’m doing for 3 years. Such support is
    the best. If I knew what to tell her I would…but I
    don’t.

    Note to anybody: Never get a career right out of college.
    Do the ‘just graduated’ thing and traipse around like a
    gypsy for a while in some far off country.

    -J