i'm here but without much to say.



i wish i could shove the weight off of my chest and out through the slapping of my fingers on these keys... without having to figure out how to translate these feelings into english... but:



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as you can see, it doesn't work.



it's past 1. why do today what you can put off til tomorrow?

sometimes i feel like a don't have a partner,

sometimes i feel like my only friend,

is the city i live in "the city of angels"?

lonely as i am, together we cry...

-"under the bridge", red hot chili peppers

people don't know me. hell, i don't even know myself. maybe i'm naive/immature for wanting a partner in crime. i'm not lonely, just unmotivated. i'm not depressed, just bored.

to sell out or not to sell out... that is the question

whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. to die, to sleep... blah blah blah... i remember the strangest things.



i'm so poor right now. and i'm tempted to go find some high-paying yet thoroughly unfulfilling, soul-shrivelling job. did i make some sort of wrong decision in my life? should i have tried to actually study when i was pre-med? should i have gone to that state school and found my niche there? i'm usually not one to regret, but poverty unleashes the crazy voices in la cabeza.



whine whine whine... someone slap me... but not too hard, i bleed easily.