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  • I crashed my car to this song.

    tearusapart Dec 08, 2003 15:09

    I'm so tired of people being complete assholes and not even making a lame attempt at covering it up. I'd like to feel like someone, somewhere actually thinks of me as being human.

    Last weekend, I was supposed to go to someone's house for this party thing, which I was told about and invited to but all of a sudden that night I find out, "Oh, well ( Read more... )
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  • A question of "What?"

    tearusapart Nov 13, 2003 19:38

    Pt. 1:College and everything about it is really fucking me up lately. Maybe it's a side effect of registration, I don't know. I realized that I don't have the slightest clue as to what I want to do with my life or how it will end up. I know I want to major in art but I don't know if I want to stay with graphic design as my concentration or not ( Read more... )
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  • 1:11 11-11

    tearusapart Nov 11, 2003 13:11

    This morning in work I heard some guy come in and talk to Matt, one of the professors, about having to leave class early today to go to a funeral because one of his friends had died. Matt's response to this was sympathetic, but the dude's response was just, "Yeah, well... it happens." This really bothered me for some reason ( Read more... )
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  • they ate every letter of the alphabet and still had an appetite

    tearusapart Nov 06, 2003 12:35

    I want to thank you for putting up with all my whining and bullshit for the past few months. I know that things are never really as easy and typical as they seem to be and that, in truth, it probably will get better. I've always envied the fact that you always seemed to be able to maintain a stable view of life despite the circumstances. I know ( Read more... )
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  • -a new arrangement-

    tearusapart Nov 03, 2003 00:16

    If you could change your days, arranging them in some sweet new sequence ( Read more... )
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