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Disemboweled

Wed Apr 16, 2008, 7:54 PM
  • Mood: Anguish
  • Listening to: Switches
  • Eating: my fingers
For some reason I feel I can write about anything in these journals.
Spill my guts pretty much.
Maybe it's the anonymity or the fact that only the people who I actually want to read this will read this.
But this is aimed at a specific person, I think you know who you are.

I shouldn't be left to my own devices.

See, there's this girl that we both know.
And I'm thinking about her again.
It's not that I still like her, I don't think.
It's just that when I'm left alone I think.
And I thought about her.
I know, it sounds dumb as fuck, but I don't know why.
And it's pissing me off.
You're the only person whose opinion I care about right now.
Give me some words of advice.

I started smoking.
That can't be good.

I mean, I can't explain myself.
I know you're probably pissed at me for even bringing this up.

I should be writing my research paper right now, but this seems more important right now.

And if you don't know that I'm talking to you,
paint rollers are expense as fuck...

Knock some fucking sense into my head.

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Look, just take a step back from life and be honest with yourself. Is this because you're longing for this certain person, or do you just long for someone in general and this is the first person that comes to mind. You might just be looking for affection, and you're projecting it on the only person that comes to mind at the moment, even if you know it's not really who you want. Take your time and get your priorities straight: this paper, graduation, and getting into college mean more than fleeting feelings.

For now, take it easy, and use your willpower to get through these last few weeks without worrying these things. That's my opinion.

And dude, don't get yourself addicted, that wouldn't be good.

Sucks about the paint rollers. We might have to make one from the paintroller moorman had and a broomstick or something. It'll probably be alright.

Stay strong broham
--SZ
I know this isn't directed at me, but, listen there are two things you need to know. 1. You are way to talented to fuck shit up now. Don't fucking do it. If you do, I will hunt you down and put you in as much physical pain as I can inflict upon you, until you realize that you fucked up bad. 2. Women are fucking retarded. There is no point in obsessing unless you are going to do something about it, and if you don't think you are, then don't let it bother you. And don't project only your ideas of a person onto them because it's often time biased. I know that's a lot simpler in theory, but it's true.
Maybe you need to stop thinking in circles, round and round until you are permanently stuck.

If you guys need rollers I got one at home, with the extentions. No gaurantee on the fluffy bit, but the contraption we can lend. Don't think we have any more wallls to paint.

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Mom always said "A life needs solid plans," but really, a life needs secret plans.
Trust me, it's her.
I've thought abut this for sometime.
But I understand what you mean.

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Renaissance Man in the making.
Thanks for the words.
And yes I would love to borrow your paint roller, I need one almost as tall as me.
And I can buy the fluffy thing.

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Renaissance Man in the making.
No, prob.
I'll bring it tomorrow, I'm not sure how tall it is, but my mom is 5'9" and only uses half of it to reach the 8 foot ceiling, so it should be okay, I think.

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Mom always said "A life needs solid plans," but really, a life needs secret plans.
Alright man, I'll take your word. Then it's up to you to do something, if that's how you truly feel. Good luck! :)
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No, it's been over.
Like, dead.
There is nothing I can do about it, it's too late.
I understand I can't do anything about it.
And I HATE that.

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Renaissance Man in the making.
No, it's been over.
Like, dead.
There is nothing I can do about it, it's too late.
I understand I can't do anything about it.
And I HATE that.

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Renaissance Man in the making.
Then dude, you have to get over it. All this dwelling on the past will hamper your progress in the future. Keep moving forward.

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