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Is this cycle ever going to end? Am I ever going to figure it all out?

Heartache is the very worst, most debilitating, most cruel torment I can imagine. I hate this so, so much.
renna:
I hope you feel better soon, hun!

Hugs!
xo
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http://www.adbusters.org/magazine/79/hipster.html

Finally, a well-worded piece detailing the fallacies of hipster culture.

I've never 'hated' any particular social group, never had reason to. But the hipsters have always, always, driven me crazy.
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Back from the dead. Or at least, something along those lines. Looks like I'm stuck with this life, or it's stuck with me, for a few rounds yet.

Back in classes. Genetics. Zoology. Molecular biology. All this science... not sure I'll ever figure anything out. I'm officially older than shit on campus, which is odd to adjust to. Oh well. Kids these days... no substance....
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It's been a month since the Fourth of July
Stood there and stared at the grief in my eyes
Leave it to me to live out a lie

So I sat on the curb and I cried like a child
Catching my breath just walk for awhile
And I thought of what could go wrong

I'm already gone
Don't say a word
I can't hear...
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My lungs and liver may one day lie ravaged beneath the black of cancer, my brain may wither or my bones turn to dust beneath me, but I know it will ultimately be my heart which kills me. I will someday follow love, or be driven by it, beyond this world.
irinka:
thank you for commenting on my set! biggrin biggrin
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It wears me down.

I have a soft heart, one given to perhaps silly outbursts of emotion and feeling. I fall too hard, too easily, too willingly. I don't want to go back to those old, cold days, with walls and isolation and trying to forget everything and everyone, but after today, I just can't muster the will to get out of this house.
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am I doomed to be old and yet wondering when i'll grow into myself?
vivian:
Nope!
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If love really existed, we all wouldn't be so soft and easy to ruin.

Fuck you, 2007. I'm sure as shit glad to see you go.
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Attended Brian's funeral today. Not fun, not easy, and not the sort of thing I ever want to attend, ever again. I don't cry often. But i did today. Terrible.

It bothers me when I attempt to clarify a situation, or learn more about someone's opinion, and I'm deigned poor enough a character such that I don't even warrant a response.
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Considering actual participation in this site again. Perhaps a bit foolish, but lately I've the time and the lack of reason. So maybe this is another kick at the cat, this time with actual effort.

It's been a terrible week here. Finishing further exams, submitting papers and proposals, Christmas pressures and all the usual economic strain. A typical December, at first. Then on Monday, Brian...
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