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[knifesmile]

I keep running in and out. Somehow every time I get home I feel depressed, trapped, confused, and totally unmotivated. Nothing *happens*... the mood just falls on my head within an hour or two. So I get anxious to get out again, go *somewhere*, anywhere. The wanderlust of my teen years times ten. Not like I'm happy out there, just... somehow, better. So I keep dilletanteing about. It's hard to face people sometimes. No one in particular, pretty much everyone. E-mail is a little safer, but even then... I guess it's because my brother is pissed off at me for innumerable reasons and didn't ever bring it up, instead started sniping at me over all kinds of other, only vaguely-related things. I don't want to talk to anyone else. I don't want to hear about how much I suck. I know, I know, I know.

However, at least I suck less than them:

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2006/11/5/212753/967

Strike now? Yes, yes, yes?