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  <title>themes of a life unfiltered</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Oct 2006 06:22:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>unstable seams</title>
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  <description>so, i finally made a friend.  charlotte.  and not a week later, she&apos;s in the hospital.  ???  i finally find the time to go and visit her in the hospital, and she&apos;s fucking GONE.  like, missing disappeared nowhere to be found GONE.  WTF, mate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve been shrugging off a LOT of shit lately- i&apos;ll blink and suddenly i see snow falling and civil war soldiers in my peripheral... i blink again and it&apos;s gone...  but this disappearing act takes the fucking cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more my grief because i now am left with no one to talk to about this shit.  fucking piss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more hopeful note, i applied for a job at this cool used bookstore in town- The Attic.  it&apos;s got a pretty nice atmosphere and i can&apos;t imagine anything more lovely than being surrounded by books all day long.  books that have been read, loved, devoured.  these pages are lost children, abandoned lovers...  and i can look after them until they find new homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a nice thought...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Sep 2006 00:20:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>adventures in one...</title>
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  <description>i can&apos;t bring myself to talk to anyone.&amp;nbsp; i hadn&apos;t realized until now just how a-social i am.&amp;nbsp; i mean, i&apos;ve attended various social events and even made a few acquaintances now and then, but always at the behest of my parents or siblings.&amp;nbsp; i&apos;ve had no need to make &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; before.&amp;nbsp; but now i find myself in this new world devoid of all previous entanglements...&amp;nbsp; and i am completely alone.&amp;nbsp; i imagined it would be liberating.&amp;nbsp; not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve been emailing anna, liza, and may almost daily.&amp;nbsp; precious liza responds the most.&amp;nbsp; she may miss me even more than i miss her.&amp;nbsp; before i left, she gave me one of her little gray kittens- to keep me company and watch over me, since she couldn&apos;t anymore.&amp;nbsp; i have no idea what to do with it.&amp;nbsp; i don&apos;t even like cats all that much.&amp;nbsp; but it means a lot to her- i couldn&apos;t refuse.&amp;nbsp; still haven&apos;t named it.&amp;nbsp; truth be told, it&apos;s been weeks and&amp;nbsp;i&apos;ve barely unpacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&amp;nbsp; i guess i&apos;ll go do homework or something.&amp;nbsp; perhaps a fire will break out and the rush of an emergency will force someone to notice me.&amp;nbsp; *shrug*</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2006 14:44:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the short and the long of it</title>
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  <description>it seems a new adventure is soon to commence. apparently, father has discovered a new school through yet another one of his pseudo-philosopher friends. after doing some research, i&apos;m intrigued. Eupheme. God knows i could use a change in scenery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows i need a lot of things right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our current financial situation could certainly prove to be an obstacle to my attending. my parents have contacts to all the radical, new age, artistic, intellectual, boho-types in New England. yet money&amp;nbsp;has never been&amp;nbsp;easy for us&amp;nbsp;to come by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m sick of babysitting for the kids of these freaks. i&apos;m sick of busting my ass in coffeehouses for nothing more than an interesting atmosphere and change for gas. i&apos;m sick of getting stuck in traffic picking up the laundry of some prick who thinks what he blows out his ass is actually important because he wrote some asinine book 8 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i can&apos;t even remember the last time i felt &lt;em&gt;inspired.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; i close my eyes, but am met with only darkness.&amp;nbsp; silence.&amp;nbsp; solitude.&amp;nbsp; no imagined friend or foe will keep my company now.&amp;nbsp; my heart is filled with longing for something i&apos;ve yet to see.&amp;nbsp; i&apos;ve never longed for anything like this before.&amp;nbsp; and now... it&apos;s all but consuming me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t bear to leave my sisters.&amp;nbsp; i hardly know who i&apos;d be without their guidance and understanding.&amp;nbsp; no one else knows me.&amp;nbsp; at times it seems that no one else ever could.&amp;nbsp; i&apos;m terrified to think that i could leave this place- leave everything i&apos;ve known for the past five years... only to discover that i&apos;ll truly never fit in anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will search.&amp;nbsp; and if needs be, i will &lt;em&gt;create &lt;/em&gt;for myself a place where i can be safe... at least, safe enough to discover who i want to be.&amp;nbsp; and when i can, i will bring all of those that i love into my haven.&amp;nbsp; and we&apos;ll never have to want for things again.&amp;nbsp; not love, not approval, not respect.&amp;nbsp; i have to make this happen.&amp;nbsp; for me, for my sanity, for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is decided.&amp;nbsp; whatever i need to do to make it happen, i&apos;ll go.&amp;nbsp; Eupheme, welcome to Louisa May Alcott.</description>
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