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Yesterday was different, I spent my time on something other than the ordinary studying and class goings that frequently punctuate and define my life's monotony. I picked up a book I had purchased a week earlier and read. And read. And read. Three hours later and halfway through, I get a call from Matthew, We begin discussing the goodness of the book and I reveal that the character that I find myself relating to most is the bulimic, cheer leading, alcoholic whose brief, insightful comments pierces and stabs everyones raw fragile hearts. I excluded the later portion of that statement, only saying the bulimic, cheer leading, alcoholic, and as soon Matt repeated those three words, I couldn't stop laughing, I laughed harder at that than I have laughed in a long time. I think I scared my neighbors. The conversation ended and I returned to the book. Three hours later, I had finished the book and sat there with tears leaking from my eyes, It was the first time I had cried in a long time. I think I scared my roomates.
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Yesterday was an emotional scattering that left me trying to locate and reassemble the bits and pieces of my hollow shell the rest of the night. The timing couldn't have been more perfectly planned, the series of events the past few days lead up perfectly to the climatic end of the book. The theme was just to perfect that nothing could have stopped the tears. No matter how far I run, old skeletons have a way of coming back.
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Yesterday was an emotional scattering that left me trying to locate and reassemble the bits and pieces of my hollow shell the rest of the night. The timing couldn't have been more perfectly planned, the series of events the past few days lead up perfectly to the climatic end of the book. The theme was just to perfect that nothing could have stopped the tears. No matter how far I run, old skeletons have a way of coming back.