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"This is hurting. It gets worse all the time. Nothing goes as planned. Nothing is easy. The more things change the more they stay the same. I dont know what to do anymore. I cant move on. I dont want to move on. But this is becoming more mashocistic then slicing ones wrists everyday. Its a disease. There is no known cure. I will live with it until I eventually find the cure though. Too bad it can only come from something I dont know." Doing stuff on spring break is for suckers. Homework is for suckers. Procrastination is overrated. Guess I'll just pile it onto the rest of this compost heap called life. Overdramatics are fun when your tired and shouldnt be writing in this state of mind. I see why poet's kill themselves. Too dark? A cow waved to me while in the passenger seat of a passing car on the way home. I think there was a pirate behind him. Does any of this make sense? Does it have too? Probably not. Self expresssion is never understood. Not that this is self expression. This is meandering drivel simply sufficing as an outlet. Which I suppose is some people's idea of self expression. This entry should have stopped before it started.