I don't know why I'm writing in this again.

[youravtomatlove]

It just felt like a good idea. There is so much on my mind these days. School is eating my soul, every day. The other day I looked at pictures of summer, and I missed it so badly that my stomach started hurting. I'm dying for some consistant happiness

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[yikko]

uh, happiness isn't consistent. anyone who thinks a specific feeling is the focal point of the emotional spectrum is a self deluding t00l.

but, I'm thoroughly convinced at this point that my life has inverse effects on people; ie I haven't smoked a cigarette in 4 days and have sworn off habitual drug use for the time being, so now everyone's lapsing back into that shit. I think I'm some kind of astral shitsponge and must wallow in my own filth to place the universe in order. I only convince myself to be content when everyone else seems to fall apart.

lulz?