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it's been a long time. life is crazy... a bad crazy.
trying to organize my thoughts as best i can.
I) it's been a long day. very tiresome. very emotional. not nearly as academic as it should have been. i'm spent.
II) 04.04.01 i still don't understand, but it's ok. RIP KC. thank you for the gift of being your friend while you were here. be with us still...
III) my physics midterm in 18 hours. i'm not ready. not at all. inertia, what? rotation, eh? angular velocities....
IV) my AIM buddy info:
sexual frustration at an all-time high.
same goes with my inability to learn.
in this case, people say correlation does not mean causation....
... they've never met me.
i need a man. i need one now. frances and camille said it best. guys are oblivious.
V) i'm gonna quote my friend, peter, again. "the less they do, the less they feel, the less they think, the less the risk, the less they are"
why can't people take the risk? why can't i seem to? why do i hold myself back? is this the way i'm gonna to spend my life?
it's time to take off my masks... then again. I DON'T HAVE THE TIME! and that by far... is the most horrible part of my existence at the moment. and now the moment is gone, and it's still the most horrible part. i'll let you know when i have a new horrible part...
Christina Aguilera - Reflections
Look at me
You may think you see
who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day, is as if I play apart
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I can not fool
my heart
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
I am now
In a world where I have to
hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
someone I don't know?
Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
There's a heart that must
be free to fly
That burns with a need
to know the reason why
Why must we all conceal
What we think
How we feel
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide?
I won't pretend that I'm
Someone else
For all time
When will my reflections show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflections show
Who I am inside?
.... sigh
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