I used to admire older writers for being so simple, now I take comfort in realizing that they weren't dealing with the shit I am.

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O, City of Palms,
take my hand!

"My wife and I have neighboring plots"

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

--W.B. Yeats

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I believe that I have dug this hole so deep that I am beginning to see the light.

Today I threw out four empty boxes of cereal. I don't know why I held onto them.

Is livejournal dead?

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This song is almost painful to sit through. But its exactly what I feel when I don't do homework.

I haven't really felt like doing anything for two years.

'Cept partying.