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everything turns into regret or self-loathing for me soon enough.

that didn't take long.

if you don't know and you don't see an (admittedly tiny and cryptic) entry from yesterday, i'm not going to tell you.

i wrote a fucking essay of a private entry just now, but no one needs to see that shit.

suffice to say that i am not a good person, and that i do not actually have any hope for myself as a human being anymore.

although that's an innaccurate statement, as "anymore" implies that it existed to begin with.

whatever, i guess.

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I will not bitch too much about how much I have to get done, because I am better off work-wise at present than about 3/4 of the people on campus. Still.

I am still feeling quite low, and it's warm and glorious but not quite warm and glorious enough for me to sit on the steps of FAB and read once the sun starts thinking about going down, and I have far too much philosophy to read tonight, and I am unhappy and distracted which is not helping me concentrate on stupid fucking Sartre. I am torn between a desire to go visit Bree at the end of this week and a deep urge to go home and sleep for two days. And yeah, while I don't have any study-able exams (I mean, Shakespeare, but all I can/will do for that is maybe skim the plays again), I DO have a 12-page Philosophy essay due Thursday that I haven't started, so bite me.

Blah blah bitchbitchbitch. I know.

Alyssa, if you read this, I need my headphones back soon.

In other news, I'm an idiot.

That is all.