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trying to distill my focus back onto my essay for PHL 224, existentialism: philosophy &theater. so many places pulling me otherwise. an effort to locate gabi is thus far non-existent, except in the premise of parody facebook groups. gabi was one of the few genuine people here, more than the typical outline of suburban trash. socialites are rarely recognized for being something other than fashion accessible &i’ve been therefore trying to kill my own campus character. alcock is the worst of all the residence halls, i’ve already got a homophobic notice, gay die, on my dry erase board. a visit to stimson takes at least three beautiful hours but my schedule does not allow me to allot that kind of time. i have vanished because most of my friends have stopped trying to communicate with a sober non-ostentatious version of myself.
got the call on Friday that my cousin had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and is expected to die within the month. so rushed to re-examine your preconceptions? dad also got his heart shocked back into rhythm two other times since i've been back here. &i seem the be the only worrywart around...