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  <title>Crazy Non Sequitur</title>
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  <updated>2007-02-08T13:29:04Z</updated>
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    <title>Irony</title>
    <published>2007-02-08T13:29:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-08T13:29:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's when you smile while you're crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you tell your parents you're out with a crazy guy when you're the one who's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you say try to choke yourself and die when you want so much to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you bow to an imaginary audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you say nothing even though you are screaming inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you die on your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you make a big deal out of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you shrivel up with emotions splattered on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you believe in love and the wickedness of humankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when the sun shines at a funeral wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when someone dies laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you miss someone you don't even know.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hollowcoin:937</id>
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    <title>Frustration.</title>
    <published>2007-02-07T11:46:56Z</published>
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    <content type="html">The world is driving me crazy. Suddenly an infinite amount of work is dumped on me and I don't feel like doing it. I must be out of my mind, because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I have really important exams this year and everything I do will affect the turnout of my grades and&lt;br /&gt;b) my teachers will kill me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I better get down to doing it right now, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what I mean though. It's a whirlwind of assignments, pressure, teachers breathing down your neck, the whole stress package. What I'm afraid of is hearing this from my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't talk anymore." Damn right we don't. It's because I'm too busy, having to cope with a deluge of homework every single day, having to meet more and more expectations, wanting to do so much but only accomplishing so little because I fall asleep at my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. And again. Et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, secretly, it's because I can't be bothered. Out relationship is now on a level of stagnant complacency. We don't need to do anything to maintain it, we just are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped trying. I've stopped being the person who initiates every single conversation, going after people's company like my life depends on it, because, suddenly, I don't care. At least, until a sentimental twinge emerges. What's gone wrong? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some people, no matter how hard you try, you know you'll never get them to open up to you, and vice versa. I guess I haven't figured out which people I attract or repel, which is why I'm failing Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, that's not it. It's all about the Chemistry, I guess.</content>
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    <title>Generic First Post</title>
    <published>2007-02-06T12:20:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-06T12:20:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Not much to say.. yet. Just testing how this looks like.</content>
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