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  <title>BWA HAHAHA</title>
  <subtitle>daily craziness</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-05-14T15:27:32Z</updated>
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    <title>The most fitting phrase for my life right now</title>
    <published>2008-05-14T15:27:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-14T15:27:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If I didn't like it, why do I miss it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of my first year of college, and instead of cramming for my psych final I'm updating my livejournal, which is fine. I'm probably going to fail these last two exams, and I honestly don't care. My psych book would probably tell you that I am exhibiting a self-serving bias an using a self-handicapping strategy, but it can fuck itself. I really just need to be done. I am tempted to just fill in random bubbles at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird to me that this was my freshman year of college, that much anticipated time. There was so much stuff that happened that I can not even explain. I can not possibly fill people in on what has been going on this year. I think that's why people drift after high school. I'm so different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I want to say to people, It's overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid that you hadn't changed, and I was right. I will never doubt my instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why I only like you when you are drunk enough. Does this mean I've been wrong to not like you sober?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had never met you my life would be easier.&lt;br /&gt;If you had never showed up I would be happier, but I can't be mad because that is the type of person that I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very, very weird.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:qtkrise37:67516</id>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2008-04-03T00:30:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-03T04:39:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-03T04:39:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What the fuck is my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be done with school. I have zero motivation. Its disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of got a job today. Im pretty jazzed. I love when things happen to me in interesting ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frusturating that the universe seems to be trying to prove a point to me that I already get. I think I was a happier person before I grew a conscience. Fuck karma. Now that Im finally trying to be good its like nothing ever works in my favor. It's official. I'm destined to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that going to college would give me a second home. Instead, I feel like I dont really belong anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not used to feeling like I'm unwanted. I don't like it when people are indifferent to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've never made me feel worthless before, that's what makes me saddest of all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:qtkrise37:67159</id>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2008-02-10T12:38:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-10T17:40:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-10T17:40:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish that I didnt make bad choices. I wish that it wasn't so easy to get into clubs. I wish that I could want to go home, but most I just wish I didnt make bad choices. I didnt get back to my dorm until 6:30 this morning. I just hope to god that I don't get sick. That would be the worst possible thing that could happen right now. I did, however, get new shoes, which is a positive.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:qtkrise37:66868</id>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2008-01-08T19:38:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-09T00:47:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-09T00:47:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Someone told me that I should stop caring what other people think of me. That really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I browse over peoples' away messages, I cant help but notice how many of them are about love. Is this because people are in love or in infatuation or want love or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of this week is looking very good, and it makes me nervous. I feel like things cant possibly be going totally well, and they arent, but you know what I mean. Its the whole too good to be true type of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like what is happening here is exactly what I was afraid of. im in a akward limbo. Im not content at home, but the thought of going back to school does not exactly appeal either...so that sucks. Thats probably why traveling is so appealing right now. Settling down anywhere just scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope today said that I should anticipate the death of a relationship. I will have to end something for good...I dont know how I feel about this...I dont know what if refers to for sure. I wish I didnt buy into these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time when Sarah and I went running around Lincoln Field screaming because we were so frusturated with college apps. I feel like doing that right now, but I know I wont. Last time I told someone about that they looked at me like I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peets is a fifth level of hell.&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty sure am developing insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;Since I have gotten home, I have only had one night without a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could remember what I said.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would answer me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were consistent.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were fluid in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting uglier.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes saying things out loud helps me realize what I mean, shes right, Its like Im testing it out.&lt;br /&gt;If you cant picture your future, does it mean you don't have one?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not emo, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss people that I did not expect to miss.</content>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2008-01-08T01:14:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-08T06:14:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-08T06:14:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You think you're a romantic&lt;br /&gt;you said you do&lt;br /&gt;It sounds awfully nice before you think it through&lt;br /&gt;If you want my opinion&lt;br /&gt;or care to know my mind&lt;br /&gt;Always being in the moment leaves the rest behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to romancing than violins and kisses&lt;br /&gt;Theres more to slow dancing than cheek to cheek&lt;br /&gt;And if you knew the world as I do&lt;br /&gt;Then you would see&lt;br /&gt;Leave the romance to the birds&lt;br /&gt;and save the love for me&lt;br /&gt;oh, leave the romance to the birds but save the love for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you search around for pretty moments,&lt;br /&gt;all you'll find is glass&lt;br /&gt;you thought that I could be your cyrstal&lt;br /&gt;when we were lying in the grass&lt;br /&gt;but ive told you on each gust of wind&lt;br /&gt;and every turning leaf&lt;br /&gt;crystals cant be found in eyes &lt;br /&gt;theyre buried deep beneath&lt;br /&gt;There's more to romancing than violins and kisses&lt;br /&gt;Theres more to slow dancing than cheek to cheek&lt;br /&gt;And if you knew the world as I do&lt;br /&gt;Then you would see&lt;br /&gt;Leave the romance to the birds&lt;br /&gt;and save the love for me&lt;br /&gt;oh, leave the romance to the birds but save the love for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only listened&lt;br /&gt;just opened up your ears&lt;br /&gt;you molded me into the absence of your tears&lt;br /&gt;if you had only let me be that thing I am&lt;br /&gt;you'd see that Im not worth it&lt;br /&gt;I dont give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to romancing than violins and kisses&lt;br /&gt;Theres more to slow dancing than cheek to cheek&lt;br /&gt;And if you knew the world as I do&lt;br /&gt;Then you would see&lt;br /&gt;Leave the romance to the birds&lt;br /&gt;and save the love for me&lt;br /&gt;oh, leave the romance to the birds but save the love for me</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:qtkrise37:66383</id>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2008-01-06T17:00:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-06T22:01:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-06T22:01:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">t\Today my grandma told me that I have Gypsy blood in me. I think that suits me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:qtkrise37:66051</id>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2007-12-20T00:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-20T05:15:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-20T05:15:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want nothing more than to fall in love. Really in love. I want the fairy tale thing. I dont know why I make it so hard for myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get a little confused when people ask me why I feel a certain way... I just do. What more is there to it? I've never really felt in words, but rather in feelings. They just are. why rationalize them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm living two lives. I feel like I'm going crazy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:qtkrise37:65807</id>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2007-12-18T13:57:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-18T18:57:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-18T18:57:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I actually feel like I learned something at college. It feels great.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:qtkrise37:65656</id>
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    <title>happ happy happy holidays</title>
    <published>2007-12-18T02:02:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-18T02:02:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why, why, why do I have no motivation? I have a politics final tomorrow which I havent dont a reading for since the midterm, and Im not even nervous. Mind you, I am a beast at bullshitting things, but honestly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festiveness is excellent. Finals are not. Trains are ok. Packing is subtly exciting. Showers should never end. Coffee is hard to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See y'all tomorrow!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:qtkrise37:65333</id>
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    <title>theres a smiley face in my hot chocolate</title>
    <published>2007-12-17T04:20:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-17T04:20:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went to the mall today. Usually, malls upset me. Today, however, I could've stayed there forever, not shopping or anything, just standing there. It was so croweded and everyone was just bustling about. I felt so invisible. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate change.</content>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2007-12-08T00:20:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-08T05:25:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-08T05:25:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ha. hahaha. ha. I forgot how much I despise Lexington. hahahaha. wow. I just want to thank all of those douche bags out there for reminding me. haha. I hate high school kids (not all of them). I hate gossip. I hate drama. I hate people who are judgmental. ha. good fucking riddance. eat shit. thank you very much. I have a new home now, and a new life and a new sense of self and new ideals and, while there are certainly people that I miss, I'm mostly just glad that a lot of people are out of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows me. I don't understand why you talk about me if you don't know me.</content>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2007-12-01T21:59:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-02T03:01:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-02T03:01:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">New Brunswick is so cute. It's such a crappy town, but they try so hard. They decordated it all with lights and wreaths and it's just so cute. It's so much better than a nice town with decorations. It just means more this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. sick sick sick. Its poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate all-female choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that this feels like a personal failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I know. hehe.</content>
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    <title>too much dying.</title>
    <published>2007-11-26T16:58:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-26T16:58:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a lot of regrets. I do. But I don't think it's fair that there's apparently something wrong with drinking once in a while, as long as I'm not blacking out or getting sick. I don't see why that makes me a worse person than I was before. I really don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO glad to be back at school. Being home does weird things to me. I thought that being at school was weird because, while I love it, I missed my old life more. However, I now realize that being back, and feeling like everything new was just a dream, is horrifying. Maybe I'm just running away, but I feel like nothing ever really changes in that place, and there's nothing I can do to change it, and so I guess the only thing left to do is to run away and change myself. I don't think that that's actually as bad as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me too-just think about that. You know what I mean and do not mean. You know what I think. I'm pretty sure that your inability to forgive is not because you actually are hurt, but really because you have been looking for an excuse to be over it all. That hurts a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week two people that I have known for a while died. They were completely unrelated incidences, but happened within days of one another. I have been thinking about them a lot. I have been thinking about how easily life can end. I haven't really been able to grieve, because it hasn't really hit me yet. I think I'm going to snap at some point. I also don't think that the pursuit of happiness is ever in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming a far more emotional person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having dreams about issues that have long since died. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Went to the Bethesda Fountain with Mira yesterday. It was incredibly beautiful. I know that that place is going to be very important to me now. Central park is everything that it's cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, come home. I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With liquid headlights&lt;br /&gt;Moving down the highways&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Thinking&lt;br /&gt;How lucky I am&lt;br /&gt;How lucky I have been&lt;br /&gt;And I want to take this time to thank you all so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go make some soup.</content>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2007-10-17T01:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-17T05:23:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-17T05:23:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Less Than A Heartbeat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million people walk right by you everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never stop&lt;br /&gt;They never stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At best you'll be a background &lt;br /&gt;in their sanitary lives&lt;br /&gt;No moment&lt;br /&gt;No long-dreaded goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there she is &lt;br /&gt;just watching&lt;br /&gt;As if you're made of gold&lt;br /&gt;She looks at you with diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Oggling your stone, your cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the night you whispered to her&lt;br /&gt;softened her with bliss&lt;br /&gt;You scratched the diamond&lt;br /&gt;and you polished it off with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From which she told you&lt;br /&gt;glowing&lt;br /&gt;That you need just say the word&lt;br /&gt;be it heart you want, or heat&lt;br /&gt;Just snap your fingers and she'd be there&lt;br /&gt;in less than a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, please tell me how&lt;br /&gt;you simply walked away?&lt;br /&gt;How when all the world is brushing&lt;br /&gt;past you every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't all have a diamond&lt;br /&gt;waiting for our fingers&lt;br /&gt;still, you dismiss her gaze&lt;br /&gt;and leave is where it lingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From which she told you&lt;br /&gt;glowing&lt;br /&gt;That you need just say the word&lt;br /&gt;be it heart you want, or heat&lt;br /&gt;Just snap your fingers and she'd be there&lt;br /&gt;in less than a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's what you've forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;a detail overlooked:&lt;br /&gt;That you are not a diamond&lt;br /&gt;No, you're not of the rough&lt;br /&gt;You're nothing but zirconia&lt;br /&gt;and while it may look nice&lt;br /&gt;It's simply cheap, synthetic stuff&lt;br /&gt;It may as well be ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A diamond is forever&lt;br /&gt;A diamond never fades&lt;br /&gt;But you're so busy polishing&lt;br /&gt;yourself&lt;br /&gt;it ran away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From which she told you&lt;br /&gt;glowing&lt;br /&gt;That you need just say the word&lt;br /&gt;be it heart you want, or heat&lt;br /&gt;Just snap your fingers and she'd be there&lt;br /&gt;in less than a heartbeat</content>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2007-09-17T00:31:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-17T04:35:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-17T04:35:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">its funny because we try so hard to touch people in that way that makes unforgettable or special to them. yet it seems it is in those few times that we dont try that we actually make an impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im already a different person than i was 2 weeks ago.</content>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2007-08-31T09:20:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-31T13:21:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-31T13:21:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My school address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Kugel&lt;br /&gt;Rutgers University&lt;br /&gt;33078 RPO way&lt;br /&gt;New Brunswick, NJ&lt;br /&gt;08901-8830</content>
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    <title>The dust has only just begun to form crop circles in the carpet</title>
    <published>2007-08-31T05:01:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-31T05:01:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Where are we? What the hell is going on?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had to say goodbye to two people that are going to be completely unreachable to me for a very long time. There were more people that I needed to see, but i couldnt get myself to answer the phone or leave my house. I can't handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did cry, but only when no one was looking, only after you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of people that I need to address is one way or another before i head out. I need to have some type of closure on whatever our relationship may be or has been. All in good time I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met someone really great, and even if they didn't make everything better, they did make me realize that I'm better than I think I am some times, and that I can deserve good things too. It figures that I'd finally meet a good guy right before I had to leave. Who knows, maybe it only worked because I knew it would end. It could be, but I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway Lexington, this is my final farewell. I am officially moving out, moving on. I am starting over. I am a no one all over again. The nostalgic way that I feel makes me have a sense of tenderness towards your soft edges and safe streets. I will miss the way the sun hits the green in that vibrant way that it does, and the way there are a few too many crazys in the center all the time. I'll miss the friends I made and lost. But it was time. It has been time for a very long while for me to leave some of the emptiness I felt here behind. I am forced to give in to the slow depletion of my past into my memory. We will all still come back and search for those familiar feelings, but gradually they will be less and less familiar, until they are nothing but images that the memory recalls when recounting what it knows happened but has little connectiion with. I'm sorry. I digress. Goodbye, Lexington. I won't lie. I'm very scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I annoy myself in this post.</content>
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    <title>Pet Peeves</title>
    <published>2007-06-29T21:36:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-29T21:36:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have some new pet peeves. Ive always had a lot, but these ones seem much larger in scale. I have realized that my problem with people is not when they do annoying, immature, or stupid things, but rather when they do those things and then try to cover them up, or pass them off as something else. I just hate how fucking transparent people can be. if ur gonna be immature or cocky, just fucking do it. we all understand. we all do dumb shit. i dunno if this makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other thing that is bothering me is people that are "passionate" about things because its trendy. i feel as if few people around me are actually passionate about what they say that theyre passionate about. I can't stand it. maybe its also they transparency thing. when i think about it all, and all the people that pretend to care about things i feel sick to my stomach. i can think of so many examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting sick of floating. i really need something secure. i really need to stop feeling like im watching. i hate feeling like this, but i have decided to do nothin about it because it is just so useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss OC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was driving and thinking of the letter that i would write to them before i left. i have to write something, i guess. when i got to the end of my mental letter, i thought 'good luck in the rest of your life'. and i started crying. very unexpectedly. i took myself so off guard. i really thought i didnt care. fooled myself again. i just really dont get the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew you weren't what you thought you were, but the thing is, you still disappointed me. I know now that you are definitely just another boy. It doesnt bother much more than the fact that i was hoping that maybe there were some people that were a little different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss people that i havent even met. i miss the thought of people. how odd.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:qtkrise37:63184</id>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2007-06-13T23:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-14T03:54:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-14T03:54:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so fucking excited to go to college and get away from here. there is way to much drama. there are definitely people that i'll miss, but i still am just so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normal things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all night grad party was awesome. prom was awesome. facebook is not awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are people that i want to be friends with, and  time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why he so misuderstands what it means to be a friend...she has no idea what she's gotten herself into.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:qtkrise37:62897</id>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2007-05-13T21:59:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-14T02:03:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-14T02:03:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">for the record, im not a troubled person, i just only ever feel like updating livejournal when i'm in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that everything is so incredibly cyclical. It is becoming so apparent as high school draws to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have snapped at you this past week I am sorry. I have been in a very forthright mood and I have just been sayin whatever is on my mind and i think Ive been coming off as a bitch. SO anyway, i'm really sorry if ive been a bitch. However, you may want to take this rare oportunity and listen to what i have said, because i will rarely be this blunt. And I havent said anything that I didnt mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will murder Ms. Buckus if it is the last thing I do. I can't even go to her for extra-help because I know that I will snap.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>I am in such a shitty mood.</title>
    <published>2007-04-24T03:48:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-24T03:48:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate high school. I hate prom... A LOT. I hate bad grades. I hate waiting. I hate that I can't make myself happy. I hate how there's always this little bit of doubt, and even when youre pretty sure that things are fine, you know that its only a matter of time before you convince yourself otherwise. I hate that I still wish that things could've worked out the way I wanted them too. I hate music. I think I want to quit, because I'm fairly certain that I'm wasting my time. I wish it wasn't so hard to just give up and move on from that. I wish I had less pride. I wish that I didn't despise everything about myself right now. I hate that I am stuck as me for the rest of my life. I hate feeling like I let people down. I hate wasting my time. I hate that even if I care so much about something or work so hard towards something, that it is just so easy for someone to come along and make all of that seem like it doesnt matter and that it was a waste. I hate that I cant go back in time. I hate that no one is gonna read this, cuz they are all so relevant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having weird spells where I start crying for no reason. Also, today when I was walking in the center my legs went numb. I'm pretty sure that's unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the realization that everyone is just plain old silly. I'm not even mad anymore, or annoyed. Everyone is just being silly. It doesn't even matter that they may not realize it, because i do. And as long as I know, as long as I know who is silly and how I can truly be happy, then no one can touch me. As long as I know, they can't hurt me.</content>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2007-04-15T19:13:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-15T23:15:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-15T23:15:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FUCK. Fuckin' fuck. I don't know if I can handle this. Fuck. I've been trying so hard to believe myself.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:qtkrise37:62170</id>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2007-04-02T22:59:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-03T03:07:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-03T03:07:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>This Providence-My Beautiful Rescue</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm growing concerned about how difficult it is for me to say "i love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  wish that people didn't base so many opinions on what they hear. The information going around these days is so freakin unreliable and it's just so stupid to actually pass judgements based upon it. The only thing we have is our gut, our instinct. Everyone deserves a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said "only stupid people have good relationships." I agree. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I find myself so envious of functional relationships. I get angry at people who take their situation for granted. Who cares if he isn't perfect? Who cares is you're afraid of getting hurt? Count your blessings, those of you in relationships. Be glad that they at least tell you they care. Be glad that they look at you in that special way. I wish I could just make everyone who complains to me understand that there are so many people who have it so much worse. Just be glad with what you are getting, the rest of it is just a starting off point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is unjust...so is athletic training senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i'm fallin' more in love with every single word you say.]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:qtkrise37:61887</id>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2007-03-31T18:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-31T23:06:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-31T23:06:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have officially come to the realization that I have been wasting my time. That is what makes me the saddest of all. And now I just give up. That's right everyone, I lost. And I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory that people like obsessong over things, over anything, because it is an escape. Even something like a habit; it gives you something else to focus on. Anything that distracts you from your own thoughts is addicting. No one wants to be stuck in their own head for their entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that the apocalypse is coming. The world just feels like its reaching its threshold, its breaking point. At the very least I'm sensing something catastrophic. I'm a little bit afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College can suck it.</content>
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    <title>qtkrise37 @ 2007-03-28T21:57:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-29T01:59:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-29T01:59:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i currently have negative self-motivation. it scares me kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially don't like being stuck on things.</content>
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