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Things rarely come my way, and when they do, I still get robbed. Summer has been very up and down, far too confusing to label it as either good or bad. I'm too emotional about things, I hate it, I've always been this way. Nothing else can tear me up quite like that. I never like getting into anything personal on this journal because its just my way of putting what I feel into words just so I can see it for myself. I don't think that made much sense, I'm not eloquent enough to be a writer. I'm already getting too negative over this, I know this weekend should be fun, but I know I won't be able to shake myself out of this depression in a short period of time like that. All of my anticipation in waiting for summer to begin has been redirected into complete disspapointment because of things I don't even have control over. I just feel like I'm not even in control of myself anymore.I'm still waiting for karma or something to step in and help me out. All I can do it just hang on to the side of this boat and let the wind take me where ever I'm supposed to be going. I wonder if the seven deadly sins have any real merit. I'm probably guilty of a few.
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