Tsuris and tantrums

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Saturday, September 17, 2005

Watching the Mexican,

tired. lack of slp.

Was feeling really down resorted to texting Brennan. Brennan is about the smartest guy i know in INS

With the exception of Hedren but Bren's like a lit freak who has never failed to cheer me up with warm fuzzy stories.

It didn't occur to me i was poisoning myself. It wasn't intentional really. I don't know why i feel this way either.
The last thing i wanted to be ... was a liability.

This cheered me up tho
"Well for myself i don't think it was by force that i had to accept that the love i thought would be forever was gone completely. However by making myself accept albeit very very slowly that perhaps it was to move on. It hurt to let go then, i think it would hurt even more not to"

And i realised i wasn't alone in this world. And the world seemed to make sense again.

Then there was this

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