musings

Mar 15, 2009 12:51

Existentialist thoughts keep creeping in-makes me want to frolic in some Parisian hideaway

Friends are fickle-but my definition of a friend encompasses trust, harmony, and respect-which some people will never know. I'm glad to have true friends that think kindly and highly of me.

The depth of compassion in my heart means I can never really hate anyone-even though I may say or think I do. Other people's sadness seeps into me because I care too much about everyone. It makes me infinitely sad that people continue to go around hurting each other-that it seems to be the human condition.

Is it true that "nothing is sacred to some people?"

Camus is getting me through this in one piece. The crazy writers always do. and my looming NYC internship.

Diversity, high-spirited spontaneity, living in the moment-this is what I need-and somehow, Greensboro has worn out those aspirations-through immature, evil, and emotionally-lacking people

I really do need a new city...and a new and exciting romantic prospect for this last month in North Carolina. The nights would definitely go by easier.
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