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don't ask me what i'm doing typing something here -- i just feel obligated to, because, since may of this year i've been dumping load upon load of my mental anguish into this here diary thing. i feel bad sometimes, because i should have something better than some of the shit i've written. but, by the same token, i am 22 years old and it's pretty much a given that things are gonna be really blah until i do more of that "coming into my own" business. but it plagues ppl in my age group, particularly those of us who live with our parents or whatever instead of living alone or with a roommate. it's like ... this big crushing blow to your ego when you're talking all kindsa dreams into existence and *bam* the reality that you're limited hits you. i don't need to be monitored. i'm gonna be okay on my own. but she isn't so sure that i will be. all i have to do is listen more, talk less and learn to just sacrifice....
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