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Dec 01, 2008 22:38

I fucking hate college. For it all it's worth, it's amazing, but I can't go on living like this. I'm not doing my work, I'm through my future into the wind, and I have this extremely strong urge to stop living. And by that I mean living VS just surviving through life. I don't know how to fucking do this. No one ever told me. There was no class, no ( Read more... )

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mollysaur December 2 2008, 04:04:17 UTC
I feel the exact same way...

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somethingablaze December 2 2008, 04:50:42 UTC
Oh Sam ( ... )

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rcomment2 December 2 2008, 07:38:50 UTC
come with me to the counseling center, please

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_richdoe_ December 3 2008, 05:42:16 UTC
I do go there regularly.
I just haven't conveyed my need for therapy yet.

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_richdoe_ December 3 2008, 05:46:59 UTC
I don't want to be mean in saying this,
but that is probably the least helpful things you could have said.
I'm at the fucking end of my rope hear having to choose between a an incredable uncertain and probably painful life or doing the near impossible and staying in college. I am only slightly blowing this out of proportion but the big difference between me not doing work and everyone else not doing work, is that somehow everyone else ends up ok. I could lose my fucking financial aid and get stuck at home wasting my life away at HVCC.

I know you're trying to help and I'm very irratable so please only hate me for a little while.

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whitefang_yo December 4 2008, 09:07:10 UTC
I quoted a rap song...

Any meaning that is garnered from is totally self extrapolated.

Also, you and sam probably have a bit more history.

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whitefang_yo December 2 2008, 21:05:07 UTC
Fuck Bitches.

Get Money.

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_richdoe_ December 3 2008, 05:47:36 UTC
that would be a very empty life.
and again, this isn't helpful, but it is less offensive.

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whitefang_yo December 3 2008, 11:21:37 UTC
Fuck Bitches.

Get Money.

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