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coldhotcocoa @ 2006-11-28T21: 19:00

GOSH say that this is not true ... Today, four years ago I passed my driving test. I take it not so long ago that is now already oO. Wanted to check anyway, I was not exactly sure if it's the 28th or 29.11. was. Mama and Papa had indeed at 30.11. '02 Silver wedding. Even just four years ago. As I get aggressive when I think again that they do not even 27 years were married. This is unfair. But I am now diesbzgl. still. Sandra, from work, is 27 today and she told me when I mentioned that Dad was already dead, that her father had an accident 15 years ago. She was only 12th Twelve years old. This is hard to find. What kind of memories she still him? She said that she was also the pure Papa child. Why do I learn in Recent constantly meeting people who are even half or full orphans? Only Angela, who lost her mom a few years ago from cancer, then Raffi, who their parents are no longer two, then Katja and now Sandra. And all work where I work (okay, so Angela is kicked out), but that's not normal. And then I hear such news, they make me really angry and even cry somehow to bring, yes, yes I know I'm too sensitive ... but this morning was at our local radio station that had threatened a student in St. Augustine with the same stop, the boy in the Emsstetten (you spell that right?) has committed. Because I get really too much! What gives the people the right God to play? Is there any special places for extra talented people been allowed? oo I think these things just unbelievable and damn sad. It so nice enough people die from disease or accidents, why are there people who make it a fun and easy to shoot down other way? Just the thing at the penitentiary in Siegburg. Where a prisoner has been brought from the other two prisoners to hang themselves with. WHO gives us the right to play God?? No one! Why do we / they then over and over again? Okay, since you could say now that this was in the past often been the case, but mine are the eyes opened and I could cry ...


Another thing that may be very trivial compared to the above subject is Ingo. The guy is ... cute? Yes, just sweet and kind and friendly and polite and simple ... Ingo. More comfortable with him or otherwise I can not describe. Two weeks ago I met him by chance and now we write our regular emails, mind you: he started, not me! And when I told him then suggested yesterday, as it would if we were to exchange phone numbers (not ...), to make phone calls to us but to what can be easier than the constant "secret" letter mail during work He said he was between life and professional life would differ rather I hope he was not angry. I said of course that I was not angry, but I can not understand it ... even if I got an explanation for it and all say that I should wait, in contrast, said Dr. L., that I should hold him to this, either to decide for me, speak to the contact with me or not, but I can not ... do I like him too much, I could not tell Dr. L., of course he was of the opinion that it was purely platonic, but it is not, at least not from my side. Shit, everything ... There

And one more thing to the beats me right now just on the stomach. The Work. The customers. The atmosphere. The aggression. My "laughing seizures", which I do not even get on purpose. Today was again a case in point ... the customer has me really offended, said things that repeat I do not necessarily and I was able to conversation going just do not, but was not capable to tell him this well, others have since the guts, I do not, he would not let me finish talking, on and on, until that Sandra miteinschaltete finally into the conversation and spoke to him recently, he even began to cry. Then a customer who said that we would produce nothing as "crap" and just before the lunch break, I thought only: "I WILL NO LONGER" but I could not just go, can I still do not, I do not know if that's the right job for me. I learn there to argue and that should at least, but my nature is not built for it. I hate discussions, disputes, ill-tempered man, and wearing their mood am to myself I like a mirror that catches their bad mood and this contributes to home, home, they ask, then release what was and when I say that I simply have bad mood, they say that I have no reason, if I can not explain. Yes, I need an explanation for everything and everyone. -.-