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I don't know if you can tell, by all the livejournal activity, but spring break for me has been kind of amazing. i am going to bed now, at five am. the latest i have gone to bed in months. if not a year. i am feeling good. i smoked two ciggarettes plus some hookah on a rooftop. i feel great. i don't really know what to do with myself. there was a good party with good people. it is spring break, there aren't supposed to be this many people that i love on campus right now but they were all at the same place. imagine if i hadn't come to wesleyan. i love everyone here (I don't talk to anyone at Columbia anymore.) i would still hate myself. i love myself.
i guess that means it is still possible to love yourself and be sad. i am so close to not being sad. it is so close. it is strange how depenedent i've made myself on men. i am going to write a comic about how much men mean to me, but it wont mean anything much to anyone except me because i am the one these men mean a lot to, not anyone else, but that is kind of the beauty in it. right? maybe it will be beautiful to other people if they can understand that part.
i gave someone a haircut tonight while at my most drunk. i think it looks great.
i guess that means it is still possible to love yourself and be sad. i am so close to not being sad. it is so close. it is strange how depenedent i've made myself on men. i am going to write a comic about how much men mean to me, but it wont mean anything much to anyone except me because i am the one these men mean a lot to, not anyone else, but that is kind of the beauty in it. right? maybe it will be beautiful to other people if they can understand that part.
i gave someone a haircut tonight while at my most drunk. i think it looks great.