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Poetry. Stream of Consciousness. Spontaneity. Angst. Humor. Bliss. Regret. Comtemplation. Comfort. Fear. Hope. Love.
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Wednesday, December 19, 2001 :::
today was...very ungood.
man. i'm actually depressed. i haven't been this down since...well, no offense to anyone, but i haven't been this down since Annie and I parted ways way back in the day. i'm cold...can't seem to keep my head up...can't think of any way to spend my time...there's no one to hang with...i haven't eaten but 2 slices of pizza from earlier today. typing this feels pretty pathetic...but i can't think of anything else to do. other than sleep.
while driving home today from brian's, i thought to myself that the only thing i really wanted to do right then was rest my head in the lap of someone who loved me...someone who'd take care of me. someone genuine. so few people are genuine these days...but i guess when i say "people," i mean girls.
not to say that guys are all genuine; i'm just concerned with finding a genuine girl, 'is all.
i remember feeling so much happier up in Gainesville - i guess it's the sense of freedom that's missing here. i mean..."all" of my friends are down here, so i should be happy, and be spending time with them...but no one has really called me; everyone seems busy with their own "stuff," or else they're out of town. oviedo is laaaaaame.
i guess i'm going to go sleep. if you read this and feel like commenting, i'd prefer a call.
::: posted by AJBrotz at 7:36 PM
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