September 2011
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fuck.
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Thoughtfulness
Sometimes, you start the war and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes you let someone else start the war. Sometimes there is no war.
I remember caring, but eventually, somewhere along the line (I do know where) I stopped.
There was a time when things were so different and all I wanted is everything I have now. I used to dream of money, a good job, vacations, a nice car, amazing clothes, sweet...
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My mom called the other day to ask me what I wanted for my birthday. It was at that moment that I realized my birthday was 2 weeks away and I had completely forgotten about it.
That was weird. I’m so busy I forgot about my own birthday.
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i manage to stay up until 4 a.m. reading a ridiculously good fantasy novel but I cannot focus longer than a few seconds on this wretched public relations essay.
clearly i should have gone to college for fantasy novel reading, rather than public relations.
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Sometimes
I wake up feeling separate from myself; alienated.
This isn’t who I want to be, but that is out of my control right now.
So I keep drifting.
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