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[neeor]

its not that I hate people, or that I crave to be alone. I don’t feel sad or depressed, I feel rather at peace. I don’t feel joyous though. I don’t know what to do any more. I float along in this strange existence. The work will define me, and the homework shall critique until I am nothing more then a test tube with a bank account. Interests,

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What makes us this way?

[lifeinabox1989]

Aside from the work loyalty thing, I know what you mean. It's hard to describe, but I'd say it's a boredom or more like a lack of appeal for the world around me. I try to stop and think about what it is I actually WANT from life because I often disregard the present opportunities as not-wants. "hate people" yes "don't know what to do" yes "enjoy walking" yes "impossible to define" YES YES YES. Life is too cluttered for college.

[leaveoffatseven]

It's the singer, not the song.