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so, among my colleagues and my friends, i always feel one or two years behind.
it’s the rare occasion i get to revel after a solid days work like my peers.
instead, i get to bullshit my way through meaningless classwork when i get home
after a job i enjoy. and next year, it’ll only be worse.

i’m stuck in limbo, and i can see the exit, but i have another whole damn year
to go.

fuck school

I don’t want to say goodbye to you. You’ve been such an incredible influence in
my life, without ever knowing it. I’ll miss you, Professor. We’ve been down a
long road together, and it feels unbelievable and mystifying how much of an
impact you’ve been.

I’ll never forget you, Professor. I aspire to be a ghost of what you are, and
thanks to your example, I now have an idea of the path to tread to get there.

You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. Truly — this hurts.

I spoke to a boy, whom I dated 7 or 8 years ago, for six hours today… and I
felt like I was 15 again. I wonder if this will lead to revisiting the past, or
if I can walk away unscathed. It seemed like we picked up right where we left
off.

I wish I had someone that loves me.

I decided to get tickets earlier then when I had originally planned and
recognized you in line (you were asking the ticket person specific questions
that we both were trying to figure out), but I got butterflies in my stomach
and left to go back to the dorm. So the day we went to the show, wasn’t the
first time we met in person. My friends said I fucked with fate by bailing out
and not approaching you and saying “hey”. I don’t know if this was fate…

I don’t want to tell you this, because chances are, you’re going to laugh at my
pure dorkiness.

I saw someone jump in front of a train today. I watched their legs end up thirty
feet behind their torso, and I saw them wake up afterwards.

I can’t sleep.

I’m pretty sure I’m a lesbian. And I have a boyfriend, whom I love a lot.

I was emotional for some reason the other night and I was talking to my guy
friend. I realized I was babbling about him being a nice guy and I stopped
myself and told him that I didn’t want to screw things up and that I should
shut up and go to bed. He asked me if I meant by “screwing things up” that I
liked him or something and I avoided his question. He told me if I liked him,
he was cool with it and if I don’t then he’s also cool with it and either way,
it won’t change our friendship.

He told me to stop crying, feel better and sleep well. I was up all night
thinking about what to do while he was sleeping. I just told him this morning
that I liked him (my friends are convinced that he likes me) and I’m scared of
his response.

I’m so scared and I want to throw up.

Fuck. My professor drives me nuts.

FUCKING NUTS.

I want her so bad.

And I hate it. Alot.

when i was 11, my parents caught me masturbating and i was embarrassed to death.
they told me i was getting young too fast and i was surprized they didnt know
what masturbation was. i was in india then, for your information.