22 March 2007 — Man… I’ve had such a tough week. Hefty workload aside, it feels as if I’ve been attacked from every direction possible — backstabbed by my two-faced monster of a roommate, betrayed by receptionists, sacrificed by my boss, you name it…

Yukie asked me last night, “How are you?”
I replied, “Not so good.”
And she asked, “Why?”
And I replied, “I’m too tired to talk about it.”

I thought about calling Billie. I really wished he was here.
But if I call him, I had to explain the whole situation from scratch. And I’m just too damn tired.

I ended up walking to the beach. I sat down and faced the ocean.
God replied, “You don’t have to talk about it. You don’t have to say a word.
I already know, and I am here for you.”
I cried and cried and cried.

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