college kids are depressed. or overwhelmingly tired.
i s’pose i should really update this at some point.
except…sadly, i’ve given in and let myself become censored…the idea of certain people reading this, bothers me.
when did i change?
i don’t like this. sometimes, i miss who i used to be. just sometimes.
Recovered from Xanga 
de-censortize
do it.
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on saturday i ran into a friend i knew from high school. she was a freshman at the time, and a senior now. we talked for a while at the union and later walked around franklin street. she voiced a lot of ideas about how the world works, and generally reminded me of what i was like in my freshman year. i don’t think about things nearly as much any more. but i wouldn’t revert to my other self if i had a choice – i’m happier now, for one thing. more in touch with the world. plus, i had some hard-ass classes in my first semester; i’m not sure if i would pass them now. it’s the natural order of things, perhaps. you stop thinking and start living our life. it’s alright. nothing’s wrong with anything; be happy, just for today
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