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i get more disenchanted more easily than anyone i know.
i called my mom last night, i guess that's the real plus of having your family on the otherside of the world, when you fall apart at 330 in the morning you can call your mom, and it's a perfectly decent time to do so.
it's always good to talk to her, it's good to know that she's still there.
i guess it all just got to much. way too much.
it's not that things are unmanagable, it just all manages to happen at once.
and then i can't do this anymore, and i need something else.
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yeah.
i declared that this was going to be a good week.
it's not.
it's bad.
bad.
bad.
bad.

it always happens, it's a vicious cycle, i always come apart at the seams when there's a lot to do [maybe that's why? though unlikely] and the result is no one realises and even if they did, [edited content]. it reminds me of my dad, "i don't have time for these emotions." yeah.
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