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bleck.
i would love to know some things. i would love to know how people work, what brings them to how they are currently. i would love to know why i'm where i am today. i would love to know what made me choose marist college over any other college, and what made me become friends with the people i became friends with as opposed to other people. i would love to know why 17 out of 25 people in my psych class said that they would abort their baby if they were a high school senior who got pregnant. i would love to know why the world sucks, and why people do bad things, and why people die for no reason.
anyway, i've been in a weird funk lately. i don't know what's up with me. working out has helped, i've been getting stress out that way. i'm stressed out with school work, i'm going to australia in a few months, how weird is that? and that scares me. is everyone going to forget about me by the time i get home? will i keep in touch with matt? with mike? with nicole? with danielle and kati? bleh. is it bad that i'm going to be missing out on a semester here at marist?
i feel like i have been trying so hard, and i'm so sick of it. i try so hard to mold myself into what you're looking in a girl, and i'm done with it. because i have no idea what that possibly is anymore. and i don't think you know either. i think you are an idiot. wake up and realize that if you keep pushing away anyone that tries to get close to you, you will end up alone.
i am bitter.
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