March 10, 2004

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  Yesterday was an angry day. I felt like picking a fight, and I was still sick. I didn't have patience for anything. It seemed Coker was in a similar way, so we got out of here. We just went for pizza, and everyday thing, but it was cool. Getting out, and just talking to a friend about whatever, it seemed to help a lot. And even though through talking I discovered a rather unfortunate situation, it was still cool. Coming back, the rest of the night was good. I somehow felt a lot better, and even though I had something new to think about and try to resolve, which would be frustrating most days, it was all write.

  
  

  Maybe it's superficiality that I needed to escape. To get away from tact. Away from any pretence of deception that likes to weasel itself into my character. To purge it, to spend time away from the crowd, away from anyone who I can't open my mind to.

  
  

  Maybe it wasn't though. Maybe it was learning of something more important then my stupid shittyness. Knowing that I need to suck it up, because in the end, it's not high on my list of priorities, even though I might like to think so when I'm there.

  
  

  Maybe I have no idea what I'm talking about...

  
  

  "So you've got all the rage, and none of the energy? We call that depression." - The Awesome

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