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[scriptory]

I feel a little bit lost and don't know what to grab on to. I don't even know how to start grabbing. I don't have the time to sit down and find all I need inside myself. Time, not as in minutes and hours, but time as in the place the situation. Nothing is steady. I'm still there where I know nothing will move if I quit trying to move forward. So I

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[nosce]

I'm so effing proud of you. And jealous, too.

[scriptory]

It appears sometimes the starving artist stereotype is referencing inspiration, not food.

[nosce]

I'd say that this is more true than you realize, but it looks like you already know it.

I've been slumped for over a year now. What do we do?

[scriptory]

I sat in someone else's bedroom with an almost-empty cup of hot chocolate and listened to indie musicians on MySpace (Asher Deaver, Lauren Shera, Lindsey Candra - all friend from Camp) and contemplated writing honestly platonic letters to old lovers. It worked.

[joyitude]

I don't completely understand this, but I think it's beautiful anyway. I'm not sure whether that's weird or not, but it's true, so I'm not really going to worry about it.