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December 5th, 2011 @ 10:22pm]
Dream killer
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August 16th, 2011 @ 4:44pm]
I finally know what a hater is. Saying "lol" after I share something I really want to do, and finally got off my ass and started to do, is a sure way to piss me the fuck off. I'm done with "socially networking."
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September 16th, 2009 @ 8:49pm]
Just passing through
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February 2nd, 2009 @ 7:20pm]
Stupid groundhog...
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wow [Wednesday
February 14th, 2007 @ 10:36am]
i'm trying
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January 18th, 2007 @ 6:34am]
I used to get sick of feeling like nothing would ever change for me. but only so much can go wrong before it starts to feel natural. it starts to feel out of your hands. and then i start feeling like maybe i dont deserve this. maybe i deserve to be as happy as anybody, whatever that means. but the only person who can make me feel truly okay, wont. and i can't figure out why, thats all i ever wanted to do for her, all i ever tried to do. i never thought it was going to last forever or anything naive like that, but i was getting used to being happy, and i wasn't ready to let it go. im sorry that im writing this here, but i told you, me and tears are okay now. and me and my feelings are okay now. but time and me never had this problem before i met her.
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October 22nd, 2006 @ 10:20pm]
my ipod died
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September 8th, 2006 @ 9:36am]


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June 5th, 2006 @ 7:15pm]
My pictures aren't working, how do I make them work again? :(
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April 17th, 2006 @ 9:43pm]
I suck at life...

...and engineering...
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April 13th, 2006 @ 11:45pm]
There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain.... Or so says the legend. The bird with the thorn in its breast, it fallows an immutable law; it is driven by what it knows and not to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it just simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.
-Colleen McCullough
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