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:: Monday, April 21, 2003 ::
Here comes the spring of our discontent...
It seems most everyone has an undue deal of shit to deal with. Why is everyone so unhappy tonight? Is it this school, this academic+social environment that drives so many folks to sadness? Oh well. I'll heal who I can (not myself, not due to any sort of self-sacrificial martyrdom, but just 'cause I can't.)
I again reiterate my desperate desire to be able to manage all of my own, to just make it all go away. I'm just going to go home and finish washing my sheets so I have a bed. I won't be able to sleep in it until this english paper is done, though. I feel like a total wanker for giving voice to this; it's probably getting a little tired by now. It's just that joy's a bit too ephemeral, too poorly grounded, too unfounded...it floats away in the slight breeze of reality setting in for the night. I don't know how justified my feelings of undue solitude are...I just know they're there.
Music: Semisonic - Singing in My Sleep
:: Aziz 3:18 AM [+] ::
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