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Lately, every time my brains turns itself on, I am in an immediate and unending state of :headdesk:. Sadly, that is the only way I really know how to describe it. Thanks, Internet, for making actual expression of emotion unattainable. I also constantly feel like ":/"

Oy.

I wish I could remember the last time that I went to bed and fell asleep without being interrupted by the thoughts of how fucking crazy I'm becoming. Or have become. Or whatever.

I can't spend the rest of my life feeling like the way I feel is invalid. I can't spend the rest of my life measuring my problems up against other peoples' problems. If the way I feel doesn't matter to anyone else, it matters to me. I need to learn to accept that even though my shit isn't as serious as someone else's, it's still the way I feel ( Read more... )

I haven't been writing or doing anything productive, really. I should probably get back into the habit since I have a looming fear that, now that college is over, I will slowly lose my ability to write. Becca and I have joked about how her inability to form words, but I really do fear that if I don't write for school that I will lose the only ( Read more... )

I wrote this on May 10, 2004. That was almost five years ago. Freaks me out that 2004 seems like yesterday, but was five years ago. That's irrelevant ( Read more... )

To use the phrase Becca and I coined on one fateful May evening/morning ( Read more... )

I've spent a large chunk of my life feeling guilty and, as a result, trying to please everyone. When will I be ready to put myself first and not worry about the consequences ( Read more... )

It felt good to read an entire book today. Granted it was a quick read (Love Is a Mix Tape), but it was nice to have time to read again. I shed some serious tears throughout the second half of the book. It has me thinking a lot about music, people, love, and relationships among all of those things. How I will never, no matter how detached the ( Read more... )