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she only knows that tonight there’s always someone out there — she’ll never be alone.

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is there anything worth looking for worth loving for worth lying for is there anything worth waiting for worth living for worth dying for

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02 November 2001 Friday

slated in mused at 12:27 pm

i have so many responsibilities that seem to me are all only to fulfill someone else’s requirements and quotas… i don’t feel…responsible to myself for any of them… i just feel obligated, and i don’t like it. many many years from now, society will have grown up a bit more, and they’ll remember the absurd history of organized education as such…the perfunctory (there’s a correct word but i couldn’t think of it) structure… i expect i will be one of them who will marvel that i survived such a bizarre abuse and squander of my life, to still become the great that i intend to be despite the boring chores that are hurled at me now. on a similar note, as of late, people, in general, and individually, are very disappointing. i always remember that they have their moments when they are thoroughly heartening, but… my patience is thin right now and humanity isn’t compensating. maybe the problem is i’ve run out of cookies.

17 January 2001 Wednesday

appetite

slated in prose/poetry, mused at 6:18 am

surely this is what life is. the brief moments…the little realizations…the small things learned…or remembered. what could be more reliable? more comforting than the erraticacy of thought… the precision of observation and the controversy of definition… this is the place that has chosen me; this is the life that i carry and puzzle over, basking in each found glory of each new moment, each old truth learned. and in the moments that simply pass, without event… i revel in that too… my greediness seems only to earn me more… the center of life and infitiy is owned by perception of perpetuity… i can almost see it beginning again…

01 January 2001 Monday

slated in mood at 8:01 am

i am tired, and in a decidedly …not bad mood, but a solemn and annoyed one… i’m good…i’m not unhappy…just impatient and tried and tired and annoyed… contributing to this is the frequent reminder of how dumb too many people are. or the unnecessary lapses of the uninherently dumb people. i don’t like it. and if they’re gonna be dumb, let them do it in their own space, on their own time; ‘not subject me to their contaminating disappointingness.that said, i hope everyone else is having a comparably carefree evening, and experiences a breezy tomorrow…

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