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I've totally lost my inner voice. I have no idea what I think anymore. -
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Sitting on a chair that reeks of dog piss - ahh, it's good to be home ( Read more... ) -
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In Bouillaird's "Similacrum and Simulation" and Don Delillo's "White Noise," we see that people living in the postmodern era have adopted a sort of collective consciousness dictated to them by the media, in which certain symbols, objects, people and actions have taken on a meaning separate from their own reality. This sense of collective ( Read more... ) -
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I'm sitting here, knowing my best friend has left me forever, and not a tear falls down my face.
I don't know how to handle this. Logically, I should be devastated but I just don't feel anything anymore. I've lost my best friend. And I can't feel anything about it.
I think it's time to stop taking Wellbutrin. -
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We'll ... there's a theory among writers that starting is the hardest part of all, so here goes. I am going to actively attempt to WRITE SOMETHING in symbols known as LETTERS.' -
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I came to the unsettling realization today that I am an "adult" who has lost all my imagination and inspiration.
I remember the days, long gone, that I would actually feel the thrill of an artistic endeavor somewhat completed.
Now I think in logic.
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I am in juxtaposition between two of my lives, my Gloucester girlfriend life and my Amherst party life ( Read more... ) -
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..... at a crossroad .....
Please God, make my decisions be made unaccompanied by regret.
Crushed between my mental illness and my blossoming passion.
Not writing, but living.
Will this lead to something some day?
I sure as hell hope so. I have no one to guide me. I am the one guiding everyone else.