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dear, but my eyes will see only you...

Sun Oct 19, 2008, 6:26 PM
  • Mood: Disbelief
  • Listening to: ppl arguing about what movie to watch
  • Drinking: green tea
what's new.
paper on dumpster diving going really well.
first draft is due tomorrow. yay me.

in other news, i am seriously bored. seriously. its always the same. new people everywhere. i think itll be different but no, it repeats. events always repeat. is that what we're doomed to do? and to be? just a big loop of the same things no matter who we are? I don't want to be apart of that. It's absolutely disgusting to me.

I thought things would be a little different at least, what with me being in a new situation, and new location. supposedly a new chapter in my life. it's just looping. it makes me think hey crimsy is falling back into one of those depression ruts. i don't think it's just messed up neurotransmitters anymore. I think it's my surroundings and how i can't take the same thing over and over. the different meds change things a little bit. but then situations end up the same and i go relapsing. what the helll.

so i think my friends may see scarce of me this next week. i need some alone time from.. people. nothing personal i suppose. just.. people in general. i've had enough.

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:iconhappie-dae678:
I totally understand taking time off from people... It's one of those things...

It helps with all the mediocrity.

Hey, I have something. Try shutting all the lights off and listening to this: [link]

It's a little sad, but so pretty... It makes me think, and be calm.

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Fanfiction: [link]

Give me the Winchesters and chocolate, and no one need be injured.
:iconcrimsondemise:
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thanks for the song.
gotta say, it was pretty calming.

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just a fuzzy...
:pride:=dapride
:iconhappie-dae678:
You're very welcome.

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Fanfiction: [link]

Give me the Winchesters and chocolate, and no one need be injured.

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