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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Wednesday, December 11, 2002
after getting out for a while, and hanging out with some friends in the underground, i feel alot better. unfortunately, along with feeling better, frustrations re-emerged that were the cause of my dive into apathy/depression/misery. some things never change--but i'm hoping this pattern will not be one of them.
i've been reading alot of psych, as i have an exam in it tomorrow, and i think i'm learning alot. about myself, and about people in general. i think that i will likely major in psych--unless i fall in love with english [or religion, or philosophy...]. i wish i could major in "stuff about people." ah, well.
The record ended long ago, we go on dancing nonetheless.
3:25 AM
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