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[violue]

:-= so after whining to no less than three people about my problems on the phone today, I've gotta say, I feel better.

also, I feel like an idiot, that talks about her problems as if that solves them.

...All it's really doing for me is that I'm talking about them so much that it somehow feels like I've worked through them, when really all I've done is talked about them to the point where the idea of them gets worn out in my head and I put my mind on other things.

There comes a point where I tell someone "I'm just having a bad day" ...and then I realize that's inaccurate, so I said "I'm just having a bad week" ...but then what is several bad weeks in a row? A bad month. and then somehow it becomes a series of bad years that aren't truly connected because of the few good days tossed in for variety, and then I come to the conclusion that life is full of pain, and that I should be having more fun, and knowing more people.

I need more good conversation. =D that kind of thing can make my day... but I don't really get enough of it. Blah.

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...I'm thankful for the moments when I can call someone and tell them I need to talk and they'll listen.

I want to be able to do that for other people...

...oh and for myself too. cause, I'm rather useless when all I can think about is that which brings me down.

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you have my #

[spacinspazz.livejournal.com]

you have my # if you need to call. But preferably between 9 - midnight.. (damn cerfew)

now i must get back to the hella long book that should never be put toether in one night.. *yawn*

Night