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I feel like I keep floating through life experiences. And I keep living again, and again. In a sort of sine/cosine curve fashion. I moaned to Jem on facebook. I guess just bitching that I only go to eat, or other things with her. I guess it's not really her fault... (sort of), she's individualistic to start, and has restrictive parents. Plus hanging out at either of our houses is out of the question. Oh, circumstance. Probably. Don't I sound like she's my boyfriend? Speaking of which... yet another day lounging around Matthew's room. I got there and he was high, which made me feel bad for some reason. I tried to hide my displeasure, but he ended up picking up on it, and being relatively sensitive to my feelings. God damn him for catering to these relatively unfounded feelings. Well, it didn't turn into anything, I just complained a few times that he smelled bad. I think that I've been somewhat sensitive to isolation in the past while, and him in another world, when he's supposed to be on the same wavelength as me, irked something from within. Oh look, referenced trig twice.