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You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Tuesday, November 06, 2007 |
| Essays and the lot |
I find it difficult to write about isolation when I am constantly surrounded by people. It's like I am never alone. But then again, I find my self alone most of the time. No matter who I am around, it seems like I can't connect with people anymore. That should make my essay easier.
I guess this uneven balance of aloneness and the constant bombardment of people is starting to affect me. Weigh on me, if you will. I'm not sure how to make this balance even itself out again, and that scares me a little.
I guess I should get back to work. I have quite a lot more to do. |
posted by Fucking Bingo @ 5:40 PM  |
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Name: Fucking Bingo
Home: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
About Me: You could be waiting for a day that won't come. And you could be so much more than you've become. And I have found my feet, 257 weeks. But you could be waiting for a day that won't come.
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