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instead of being active in my choices, i feel myself starting to find my old ways popping up again.
and the same things are happening- i'm just not upset about them.
i think i was once upset for a reason.
but now why is it not bothering me.
i do get sad, and mad.
but those feelings f a d e.
then here i lay,
complacent... and

n u m b.

before guitar hero, the song "Freebird" always reminded me of the scene in Forrest Gump where Jenny contimplates suicide off of the balcony. It always kind of scared me.
now, i just see myself wailing on a nice riff.

thank you Guitar Hero II

i need to replace the valves on my transmission.
price tag- $1292 and change.
fucking mother fucker.
i just paid off that fucking car.
i've had it for 6 months and it's allready giving me shit.
and my credit card is misspelled.
i can't do this anymore.
i can't always be the one pa ying for everything

Zig ate a pair of my fave undies.
Raplh's Juice Bar
Come Give Us A Squeeze

it must be a week of lossed underwear

that was the first geniunely happy statement i heard from him after something like that in awhile.
i'm getting the distinct impression he's happy i'm back.
but i'm not letting my hope's get too high.
i'm happy that i'm happy right now, even dispite the uncomfort.
i'm not happy because oh what i think may happen in the future.

progress!! hoorah!

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I'm with you on this one, brianna.
i'm tired of this shit.

we've made the long treck to boston.
here's to family.

i think i might like where we are.
others might not.
but for now, i'm happy.

winter struck. softly.
so tonight kind of fell through.
then we went to cosmic bowling
watched a knife fight happen.
then came come
because of fear.
cause we're little white girls.
i'm flippin' tired.
of it.