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Cephylon
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Name: What's the benefit of
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Metro: Grand Rapids
Birthday: 2/19/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: I'm very open. Some people say that that means I have no opinions. But maybe they're right. I couldn't really say.
Expertise: I'm pretty clever. I can get the hang of almost anything pretty quickly.
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Cephylon
Member Since:
6/24/2004
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| To my great entertainment(or something like that), I went off to see
the wizard on Friday. They put a plastic cage over my head and then
stuck me in a tube. Yeah, that makes me feel like a human being. And,
my radiologist, a guy named Shannon who was actually really nice,
clearly pitied me. Pitied me. Damn.
Whatever are you tring to hide?
3-5 days, people.
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| Whenever I get into one of my funks, I think about Chloe's cartoon, you know, the emo kid that says "No one understands what it's like to be a priveliged middle class white kid. My life sucks. I'm so alone. My parents just don't understand.(or something to that effect.)"
And it makes me feel worse.
There is no possible feasible reason for life to suck so much. There's no reason for me to be disintegrating like this.
I'm financially well off, though probably less so than most people would be inclined to think. I have great friends. Great parents. A fantastic dog. I'm smart, people in authority like me and trust me.
And yet, it's impossible for me to be happy.
Wouldn't it be sad if I was to find out that I was dying, and yet never had been truly happy?
Or would it be mercy, saving me from so much more unhappiness in the future?
Huh. A MRI can't save me.
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| It's something. It's not nothing. I saw fear.
They're scheduling an MRI.
Goddamnit, I wanted to be reassured.
I wanted pain to be normal.
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| Ah, I should have known. I lost him. And he was a fantastic 1976 Mercedes Benz 300D.
Worthless lump of flesh. Thing of beauty. Remarkable tool. The force behind every invention we know and love, along with the ability to appreciate those inventions. Killer of men, women and children. Instructor. Little box of pleasant memories. Nightmares. Synapses. Chemicals. Urges. Hormones. Thought. Will?
The human brain is pretty impressive.
Little bastard. | | |
| I'm in love.
Simple as that.
I love him.
But can I have him?
I think maybe so...
Cross your fingers.
God, he's gorgeous. | | |
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