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hey life here is... um... not the pleasentest. how about i get out of here. go for the reglar thing. make a way for myself. im so fucking fed up with all the micromagangement shit. i mean, common. my dear mother has been how protective of me, and now im fucking here, being told every little thing i can and cant do. forfieting my life, my enjoyment for all of this kind of shit. i hear so many compliments, like how it will be over sooner than it feels like. how the fleet isnt that far off. how good a thing im doing is. al these words of encouragement i get from people. i dont realy care all that much about it any more. its not as glamourous as it looked. not that i was looking for glamour. but a white hull isnt necessarily what i need to be on the bridgewing of. i dont want my way made for me any more. i want more control. i want to figure out where im going. and if that meets paying 140 thou to do it... well, i suppose it would be worth it. wouldnt it? i come here adn they give me 400 thou and make me into what they want, and my career paths are pretty limited. or i pay 140 thou and i can figure out what i want. i think i got my plan down now. anyway. prov-town for dresden dolls 10-29. nyc for new years. columbus day - drill team color guard - hoorot. gotta run.