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another kind of me

a trip through me


friday, november 13, 1998, 03:52

i need a massage.

actually, what i really need is someone to rub my feet, but considering the only others who are awake in this place right now are the cats, i think i'm pretty much shit out of luck.

i guess it's not that big of a thing, but i've been moving for the better part of the day and i'm just tired. and i realize that i've completely overbooked myself for the rest of my life (read: month) and i really just want someone to...

something.

i guess i really just want someone to know what i want at a given moment and give it to me without my having to ask for it.

"jesse, what can i do to help?"
"jesse, where can i put those lights?"
"jesse, what should we do now?"

and while i guess it's always better since i'd probably just end up being a bitch if somethind was done wrong, it's a real pain in the butt to end up being in charge of things just because i "know what's going on" when really i don't.

i was thinking about this today. maybe it's not that i don't have any self confidence. maybe it's just that i don't have any confidence in my confidence. so i do have confidence, so people trust that i know what i'm doing, but then i end up second guessing myself.

i think it's late and i'm thinking too hard.

someone make the pain go away.


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