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someone once told me that hackers can figure out passwords that people use without breaking a sweat... and then they can do whatever they please with your information. it scares the fuck out of me. i always try to make different passwords and pin numbers so i won't ever have that problem. i dunno. and i think, man, they'll never figure this one out. it kind of makes me feel silly, but i still do it. i make up different ones for almost everything: my voicemail, my debit pin, my email... the only downside is that i end up forgetting which password i made up, and it sucks. i recently met a few new people, and they are nothing short of amazing. fraternities and sororities are not my thing, but happen to be theirs'. there's this bond between the people i know and their "brothers" and
"sisters". a silent bond. i admire it. it makes me jealous. i can't even explain. it's such a small world, and becoming more so every freaking day. i love it. with this, though, i am learning the importance of being yourself. with everyone down here somehow being connected by someone or something, hiding from your past is almost impossible. starting over is impossible, i don't care what anyone says. and if simply "starting over" were as easy as it sounds, well, i dunno. okay, well, my point is that you can't grow if you just deny your mistakes. mistakes make you who you're supposed to be. i almost feel lucky to have made my new friends. it's like a breath of fresh air, and a slap in the face at the same time. they're cool. and i'm excited. this guy behind me wont shut the FUCK up. i can't think. man, i wish i had a stick, so i could poke him with it. i'd poke him, and say- SHUT THE FUCK UP. whatever, i'm out.
"sisters". a silent bond. i admire it. it makes me jealous. i can't even explain. it's such a small world, and becoming more so every freaking day. i love it. with this, though, i am learning the importance of being yourself. with everyone down here somehow being connected by someone or something, hiding from your past is almost impossible. starting over is impossible, i don't care what anyone says. and if simply "starting over" were as easy as it sounds, well, i dunno. okay, well, my point is that you can't grow if you just deny your mistakes. mistakes make you who you're supposed to be. i almost feel lucky to have made my new friends. it's like a breath of fresh air, and a slap in the face at the same time. they're cool. and i'm excited. this guy behind me wont shut the FUCK up. i can't think. man, i wish i had a stick, so i could poke him with it. i'd poke him, and say- SHUT THE FUCK UP. whatever, i'm out.