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i will never spend another autumn in the south. how bleak. i think i'm experiencing (lackof)seasonal depression. it doesn't even feel like the holidays. suburbs are gross. everyone here seems to be scared, resigned, drunk, or some combination of the three. i'm constantly baffled by how many other things people do besides following their dreams. life is a BLANK CANVAS. debt, babies, whatever. make that shit happen. there is no point in doing anything else. i think that if everyone could identify their own gifts and passions and just fight to contribute something to this world, half our problems would be solved in a week. blah blah blah.