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some stories are much too sad to be told but then they are just forgotten. is that so safe?

i feel homeless because i don’t stay in contact with people. yet sometimes, i’d rather not stay in contact. sometimes i have this feeling, and i don’t follow it. that feeling changes to regret at that point. but anyway, i think it has to do with not wanting to have obligations all the time. friendship is great but you have to be a good friend too–that is its own responsibility, if that makes any sense.

i am just lucky at times. really–i will write to my friends this week.

i find myself acting more and more like my mother. like when i have nothing to do i clean. while brushing my teeth, i refilled the soy sauce thing. that’s kind of sad. but i guess it saves time later.

hi jonathan. sorry i didn’t get to talk to you at the harvard station today on the way out to getting groceries. i don’t even know if you read this.

i hate you, dirty fruitfly. i hope you suck it. and your stupid databases too. lots of grocery shopping!

informercials jjajj (not the length of a vector) late night television swung and sat on the swing sets gazed at the stars (big dipper, to be exact) played super nintendo games (super mario kart, secret of mana) looked up on the m2 ride, got confused as to where home was, reminded self of furr’s cafeteria next to the hastings in norman, oklahoma felt like i was driving even though i was really just spacing out on a shuttle

forgot all about something. the future will come, i suppose

so much music. although i got tired of what i have, i like having it play in my head constantly (not in an insane manner, of course) must support artists, though

the feeling of the wind running through my hair as i swing i really am lost in my own little world today, allow me to be a stuck-up bitch but only to myself that way i get it out of my system am i such a bad cook?

i should call and write my friends.