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The world is too small. It seems that every time I meet someone there is always some connection to the undesirable past. Perceptions of my new friend sour and the relationship stalls. How could you be friends with someone like that? Why should this bother me? I know I should not be this way, but fuck. It irks me to no end. I cannot begin to understand why I am so afraid of the past. The world would not be so small if there were not so many circles.
Why the fuck am I being so vague?
This journal is so ugly, which doesn’t really matter since all of you will be reading this on your Friends Page.
This is basically all I ever do anymore. The thought of just getting an undergraduate degree depresses me. Here I dreamt I was a mathematician.