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my contrition knows no bounds if i've somehow given the impression that i consider the time i spend in cincinnati wasted, and that i no longer care about my friends here. i can't leave my heart here, though. and the only ways i've changed are that i'm happy, semi-productive, and pseudo-confident now, at least as far as i can see, but i guess self-perception tends to be slightly myopic. and i'm sure my chicas at oberlin feel neglected too, and i have no excuse for any slight i've done to them; i don't know very well how to fulfill my obligations to people who know me as amy still, because our lives have diverged and i think both sides are confused as how to carry on. But i love the dblock girls, none of whom know me well enough yet to recognize my tendancy to put all my eggs in one basket, regardless of what my social preferences are. i am a complete social failure. goddammit i want a pizza. but you know what.. ugh fuck it. i'm sorry if i upset you, it wasn't my intent.