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[eikcaj14]

Mourning the death of my tiny and fragile hopes. They were killed off earlier today, and the fact that the person who killed them did it in as tactful a way as possible doesn't change the fact that they are no more. Sometimes i wonder how i can have some areas of my life together and still be completely useless in this area. In my brain, it seems, all the intelligence and/or knowledge is directed to other things, and there is none left for making decisions about relationship stuff. This is why i can tell you the capital of Poland or the name of the guy who invented the jet engine, but i have yet to deal with these feelings in any kind of productive way. i suck.

P.S. Warsaw & Sir Frank Whittle