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Every day I ask myself if I've made a huge, expensive mistake. My education is awesome, but its applications in the real world will be limited. And then there's the fact that I suck at school. I'm terrified of flunking out, but a part of me doesn't want to come back. And I wonder, is this a phase, a function of a mood disorder, or is it a ( Read more... )

For two nights things were perfect. Boyfriend was here and I felt good, like everything was going to be okay. Now I'm back to panic and depression and I would give anything right now to be able to just pause time for a few hours and get ome more writing done. I'm so behind on everything. I have a 5-page paper due two weeks ago and another one ( Read more... )

I hate you, Emily Dickenson.  So, so much.

So much.  Oh my god.

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According to Wikipedia (my source on everything), polar bears are invisible in infra-red; only their muzzles and breath (breath!) can be seen.  When I read that I almost yelled out, "Holy Crap!" in the middle of everything.  Also: look up 'Svalbard' on Wikipedia, because it's unexpected.


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I'm enforcing a sort of estranged purity on things today. I've spent so much time dwelling on things that make me unhappy that I'm forcibly spending today doing things that feel, partly because I chose that it should be so, beautiful in a pearl-veneered way that matches the gray spring day that's happening outside. I can see a tree that's bloomed ( Read more... )

I can't look my professors in the eye because I skipped class today to finish late work. I am so lame. And all I want to do is go home and get baked because in all my years I have NEVER gotten high on 4/20.

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