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i guess some things aren't meant to be understood.
in some ways forty-three days is a very long time. in others, it's not at all. i don't know if anything's there. i think i'm just in denial. i doubt i'll see him before he goes (in twenty days he leaves for chile for ten months). i know everything about this. i know every side.
i hate interpretation. do you give up? try to keep going because you think there's still something there? in my situation no matter what you think, it can be argued either way, either fucking way, and there's a good argument for each. bioethics: passion, feeling v. reason? we all know which one i am and it bites me in the ass.
i hate so much about bronx science and i want to leave more than anything i want now, even anything at all related to him. the only reason i'm going to school tomorrow is for the boathouse practice and to organize crew stuff. which, by the way, i shouldn't even be doing. but if i wasn't doing it, i'd be mad someone else was. i'm a bitch.
sometimes people walk all over me and treat me like shit. the only problem is that i let them.
i wish i believed love was worth it.
in some ways forty-three days is a very long time. in others, it's not at all. i don't know if anything's there. i think i'm just in denial. i doubt i'll see him before he goes (in twenty days he leaves for chile for ten months). i know everything about this. i know every side.
i hate interpretation. do you give up? try to keep going because you think there's still something there? in my situation no matter what you think, it can be argued either way, either fucking way, and there's a good argument for each. bioethics: passion, feeling v. reason? we all know which one i am and it bites me in the ass.
i hate so much about bronx science and i want to leave more than anything i want now, even anything at all related to him. the only reason i'm going to school tomorrow is for the boathouse practice and to organize crew stuff. which, by the way, i shouldn't even be doing. but if i wasn't doing it, i'd be mad someone else was. i'm a bitch.
sometimes people walk all over me and treat me like shit. the only problem is that i let them.
i wish i believed love was worth it.