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Well, it's finals week, and things aren't getting any easier. As of today, I have no place to live up here in Norman, OK for next year. It's a work in progress, of course, and shouldn't be too much of a problem, but it's just one continually additional tier of stress after another, it seems. I dunno...I'm just sick of having to deal with all of this stuff. I normally hate leaving for Texas again for three months, but...I think I need it. I just need to get rid of some this stress and get some rest...I haven't had a good rest in months...even the occasional night when I'm ABLE to get more than 4 hours of sleep, it's never restful. I hate that...oh, well. I've never wanted to just lose my mind, break down, and cry so much in my life, but I can't seem to let myself do it. I can't tell people about it because I feel like I acheive nothing but driving away and/or annoying the people I care most about when I vent to them, so it drives me to become more and more non-social. When this happens, there's little, if anything I can do about it, save simply go with it. I hate being depressed, but it's a part of me now. I'm sure that if a psychiatrist were to analyse me now, they would only say I need a woman, heh. Well, I could've told you that! (that's more of a stab at the psychiatric field than a declaration, I promise). Sigmund Freud would say it's my mother that I need. I suppose that might be closer, actually. Sometimes you just need your mommy...*sigh*...Well, I guess I've vented enough for now. I can't seem to get any more thoughts into coherent words that I will type, so I suppose that's enough. Goodnight, all!


'He who knows others is learned. He who knows himself is wise.'
-Lao Tzu

'Tomorrow will take us away,
Far from home--
No one will ever know our names,
But the bards' songs will remain.
Tomorrow, all will be known,
And You're not alone,
So don't be afraid
In the dark and cold
'Cause the bards' songs will remain.
They all will remain
In my thoughts and in my dreams
They're always in my mind....
Come close Your eyes;
You can see them, too.'
Blind Guardian,
The Bard's Song: Into the Forest

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