livejournal just lost my entry. i feel like crying, but instead, i will try to retype it.

[brightenyourday]

I am annoyed by my surroundings, or perhaps, my response to my surroundings. I complain about where I am. I complain about what happens here. I cannot begin to come to terms with the fact that it is futile to complain, and that nothing is changing. I cannot approach the idea of attempting to change things

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[anonymous]

the difference is that something can be less than zero but not less than nothing. i wish i could here simon and garfunkel right now. i have 15 of simon and/or garfunkel's records, but as my record player will probably never get fixed, it really is rather pointless. i suppose the one good thing is that i like to look through my records sometimes and say to myself "isn't this wonderful. i wish my record player wasn't broken" and then glare at my record player (it's very pretty- it's an antique and it's made out of wood) and sometimes i'll turn it on and listen to the radio (it has a radio on it. THAT works) and imagine as if i were listening to a record. maybe someday i'll believe it really is playing one. it sounds really georgously old and i love it. anyway, i'm off topic. there is something less than zero.

Caroline