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My desire to go to college is virtually nonexistent. And not simply because it means seperation from people and places and feelings I am comfortable with. Life is fucked up. Maybe it would be different if college didn't have so much weight to it, because I have to pay for the vast majority of it. Because as soon as I get there ... bam. Debt. And a ( Read more... )

I can't believe how time has gone. Numbers don't really explain time as well as we'd like to think, but you and I both knew this. Beginnings and ends are the cinderblocks of life, heavy but valuable in themselves. I am different, of course. I have less control over things happening around me. But there is more to life than control, but it is hard ( Read more... )

Linger on, linger on, linger on.

Nights and days with the person I love. Newbury Street and Natick adventures. The most awesome pants ever. Playing Rugby, if only for minutes. The Hempest. 295 Boston Post adventures. Strange days. Love days. Celebrating Easter together. Bubbles and Eggs and Baskets. A cake shaped like the Pantheon. Arts and Crafts stores. Mmmm and Rar. Being cute ( Read more... )

I heard breathing that wasn't really there because I wanted to hear it and I let it send me off to sleep. Time is generally confusing becuase things change but some don't. And I don't necessarily mean in a bad way. Memory is truth. Fact is not necessarily truth. I don't have any more words right now.

Talking to certain people that I haven't talked to in months, especially ones I look to for guidance, makes me realize things, both Good and Bad. Things are good in many regards. Sybil makes life amazing. I like people and things and colors a lot. Just thinking about stuff is cool. When removed from a situation physically, but not mentally, I learn ( Read more... )

Things will always just be things. No more or less, no matter how I want them to be. I don't really know what I want. This comes as no suprise. Sounds and sights continue to trade locations, but I sit here and long for those old sensations. Yeah. That's pretty much it. Music is nice. Um. Life is so strange lately. I don't know where I'm going and ( Read more... )

There are always backdoors. It is nice to use backdoors belonging to others but what if people are using mine? Life is strange. Things are weird. Not things things, just things. I'm excited to move about. This weekend at the Cape will be a nice away. I like aways. Things (this time I mean things) can be frustrating. People are dying still. This is ( Read more... )

Health is such a big issue. So many people are dying. As much as some people want to deny it, proximity changes so much.
But it's okay, I suppose. Be very aware of your health. Life really is a miracle. Anyway... Um. I don't know what to write on LJ anymore because I'm not really needy anymore. Those vague posts that make people comment ... not ( Read more... )