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"Hello; I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to..."
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Why is it that every time I talk to my own mind I end up losing the smile I so much love to wear? Is my realism extended to the point of pessimism? Do I really assess my situations as they are, or do I make them larger in my own head than they are outside?
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Thanks for stopping by, by the way...
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Applied to UW. Hoping for the best.
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Still with my girl; she was over today. Good times, with a couple Band-Aids.
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Heehee.
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I lost a few pounds. Ten. I've been jogging. Also put ten pounds on my bench, clean, and squat. Not that it really matters. I hate my wightlifting class. Roar... too much testosterone.
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I just threw a blue crayon at Jon.
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Due to the lack of meaning in the previous statement, I have officially run out of significant thoughts.
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I am the weakest link.
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Goodbye.