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i read all my old entries today instead of doing my homework. i use to be alot different, and in ways i think i was alot cooler. i waas completely open and desperate in almost all of my entries. It seems that my best moments came in my desperation, the poems i wrote seemed more expressive than any lyrics i write now. I created more i talked to everyone cause i was so lonely. Now that i feel that the absence of that desperation i feel like the passion to live is no longer there. Did i have potenial. I use to hurt alot. but now i hurt differently. I miss the friends i had. i miss many things nand i guess i just want to have a constant. i don't want new york friends i want my old friends.