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Ihave this feeling in my gut that circus tigers and elephants must get just before they turn on their trainers; that "why do i put up with this shit?" feeling.

i'm sorta depressed, but not in that gothy "my world is pain, pain is hate, hate is love" way. more like i woke up at 4 am last nite in a panic attack when i realized:

a. i'm 25 and have no discernable career
b. i give love to those who don't love back
c. i moved a thousand miles away from my friends
d. i like lists a little too much

i suppose it wasn't the smartest thing to go watch Farenheit 9/11 the day after my brother leaves for boot camp before heading to Iraq.