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I have come to the conclusion that relationships are social castration. I am twenty-years-old and I'm being forbidden to talk to certain people. Well, I'M not being forbidden, but apparently it is preferred that I don't conversate with some friends of mine. Funny thing is, they're not allowed to talk to me either. In their twenties and they aren't allowed. They might get grounded! God forbid people actually be their own individuals and think for themselves. I remember in high school when people were told who they could and could not talk to. Remember that? I can't believe it's happening to people that are supposed to be adults! I guess this means they were never really my friends in the first place. That's not how friends treat friends. That's how fakes treat people in their lives and then they don't even have the balls to talk to them about it. They just ignore you and go on. I would like to think that I'm only friends with people that hold the mental capacity to make their own decisions and be there own person so I'm better off. To quote The Phantom of the Opera (shut up) The bridge is crossed now stand and watch it burn. We've passed the point of no return.
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Still have a lack of sleep and my abilities to learn are dwindling. Things I once found easy are proving to be passed the levels of quantum physics. I think this means I'm on the brink of exhaustion, but coffee won't let my body give up. It has me in it's caffeine infested grip and it doesn't plan to let go anytime soon. Addiction. I has it.

Today is the day I schedule classes for summer and next fall. I'll probably cry to my advisor because of how much stress I'm under. We're supposed to be talking about the possibility of minoring in something as well. I don't know if I want to minor in anything and if I do decide to minor I don't know what I would minor in. I would minor in English, but all the prerequisites and some requirements for the English minor are only available to freshman and sophomores only. I've passed it up. We shall see what the final product will be.

I might pass out soon. Must. Keep. Going.