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I sometimes wonder if anything will ever just be ok. There always seems to be something looming in the background to cause a distruption anytime I just feel alright. Maybe I should type all of my problems out and let everyone skim through them and provoke empathy, but I'd rather not. If it was ever my style, I apologize, I'd rather it wasn't. I haven't made this thing friends only yet because some of my real friends don't have LJ. Not that it would matter anyway. Some of my "friends", as per LJ, are really just enemies with unique senses of humor. So if you genuinely care, you know my number. I'm going to bed. Good fucking night.