70% addicted to Instant Messenger. How about you?

There are amusing questions on there.


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I find there's a correlation between holidays and how often I post.

I parted my skin
at the thought of you,
and how I can't have you
and how everything's a mess
and
there
are
no
concrete answers.
No one-way solution to make it all okay again.

I felt like doing something
even if it meant nothing,
because there is nothing else to do.
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There's something wrong with rating ignorance as supreme,
and faking happiness and pleasantries for false security.
Friends are distractions to you;
a way to pass the time.
Is it horrible to have no shoulder to cry on,
except for that obligated to care?
Your fakeness has become exactly who you are.

I don't even bother to yell anymore,
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Ooh, Valentine's Day, I'll have to write something. Maybe I will in my lab if I can manage to sit far away from my crack-addicted professor. I actually have an idea now, and if I stay irritated/bordering on apathetic for the next half an hour or so, then perhaps I can pull it off. Then I'll feel I've actually accomplished something.

The world ( Read more... )

Ignorance is bliss, everyone knows that, but I'd rather be in this hell and know what it is than to never have witnessed it and been oblivious to this kind of feeling.

It sucks to be lectured on why being ignorant is superior because you're happy. I guess my priorites are just a little different. In an "a lot" kind of way. . .

Ed's a hippie, ha.

I'm not.


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If you look at somebody you love with rose-colored glasses on versus "what they actually are" or "realistically" then your relationships are less likely to fail. So says social psychology, or at least that's what social psychology said today. When will people ever understand the concept of love? I'm beginning to think that, as a whole, most of ( Read more... )

I should be more tired than this, but I'm not. For some reason I'm watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer series. I don't know why, especially since there could quite possibly be porn on HBO (I have four :D). I should get ready for bed, and I am cold. God I have nothing to say.

Fuuuuuuck, I quit.

There's a hall meeting on Thursday about sex. Hmmm ( Read more... )

"Unhappy people--especially those bereaved or depressed--tend to be lethargic, socially withdrawn, even hostile. They also are more self-focused and brooding. Unless it overwhelms people with hopelessness, a depressed mood motivates intense thinking--a search for information that makes one's environment more understandable and controllable."

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Why it's so hard to be on time. I think there should be a rule where if you make some sort of plan (implying something will go the way it was already predetermined), then if you deviate from that plan by 15 minutes then you get your ass left where you are.

This totally ruins my night.