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[wilburr]

hey i'm pulling an emily and writing about my work when i'm stressed. i'm at robarts and i just had a coffee break with jasmine, who i never see. coffee should be made stronger. i would inject it if it actually worked, i really would. if i believe that i can get this finished, then i will be able to. that's what i tell myself. i belong on a motivational commercial. or a whitney houston/mariah carey (i don't remember which) song. if you belieeeeeeeeve. or thumping a bible and preaching to the masses and finding myself lonely and unable to cry. umm, i dont know about that last one, but i often wonder if people who are blinded by faith are empty inside. and what does it mean to be empty inside? numb? basically. i guess i just find myself needing to rationalize these religous people somehow. i'm sure religion really is good for some people, but then, well, you know. how it can be bad.
i met jasmine's university college friends, who were very chill.
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i've listened to good mother by jann arden over and over recently.
love you all.