my heart would break if i weren't so oblivious. impervious. and unbearably obvious.

i've gone on living, of course, i always do. until the day i don't.

i don't think there's a right thing to do. everything seems, well, silly.

silly, yet necessary.

i decided that i always need to feel like i'm doing something. i took up a collection for my roommate's dad. we're making a contribution to the senior class gift in his honor. memory. whatever.

in high school after columbine i made this mural which was a petition which people signed pledging to seek non-violent resolution to conflicts.

i enjoy collectively tilting at windmills.

i'm dreaming about the nape of the neck of a boy i will never know.

i have to write a minimum of seventeen more pages about soviet politics before i graduate college.

it's going to be a really sad weekend.

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