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how stupid i feel after expressing these human emotions.
how willing i am to feel stupid.
how stupid it is to feel stupid
about something i feel. -
finding any excuse to not be studying for my math GREs
why is it that i invariably weigh at least 3 pounds more than i'd like to? of these 3 pounds (or more, depending on mood, lighting, day, and a various number of other factors which, for the sake of convenience, will be labeled as follows: x, y, z, and p,m,s), 1 i will attempt to lose by cursing at my reflection, 1 i will endeavor to lose by ( Read more... ) -
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There should be a law about how many accidents one person can be a part of in a single lifetime. Well if there was, it is likely that I would find a way to exceed that anyhow ( Read more... ) -
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sometimes i actually make a lot of sense if you listen to me long enough. -
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i love it when it looks like rain and all the sky's blue is blotted out but you can still wear short sleeves outside. driving by campus feels like watching television. through the bus's windshield they're all so far away, and everyone wears the same clothes and the same hair, and everyone's problems sound like a sitcom. and i'm thankful that i'm ( Read more... ) -
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suddenly inevitably has arrived, and it's funny how normal something so new can feel when you've been waiting for it this long. his hands felt like an apology, and we never stopped touching. my lips are bruised and i keep chewing on them, and i'm too whatever-it-is to try and make this poetic ( Read more... ) -
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decide to quit -- tomorrow. decide to quit everything -- tomorrow. wonder what time it is, whether or not there are still people out and about, whether or not it would be worth it to go out and find those people. run a mental list of who's in town, who's nearby, how much money you have and how far away you could get. start babbling. stop when you ( Read more... ) -
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But mostly, I'm just scared of time. I'm scared of what it can change, and what it can force people to forget. -
my boyfriend...
Hours are not spent lamenting the time I’ve wasted trying to reconcile myself to the fact that the grievances are not going to stop just because I act in a dignified manner. Words flow like rain and are rich and condensed and elastic - there is tension and pull, and for once something creative is gobbling them greedily. I’m too used to writing in ( Read more... )