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i have the best friends.
the ones that will force their way in, fuck everything up, and leave the most scars.
thank you, dear friend. you are the best.
the absolute, without a fucking doubt, best.
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it's an interesting feeling to be able to say, "my father passed away three years ago" without really feeling anything.
one step closer to being a robot, i guess.
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i can only seem to concentrate on academic tasks (paper-writing, essay-/article-reading, etc.) in the hours when everyone seems to be (blissfully) asleep.
best time for paper-writing? between 1am and 4am.
the "waking hours" are spent in meetings.
or pissed away.
guess that's college life for ya.
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the fact that i don't really like forgiving probably makes me a bad person.
eh, oh well.
i'll apologize when he does.
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:D
more awesome, decently intimate concerts, please
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