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Ohhh man, today has been WEIRD.

Last night I stayed up til really early in the morning working on a chem lab and accidentally watching a movie, and decided to sleep in until ten just because I could. Because itapos;s Wednesday, so I CAN :D I donapos;t know what Iapos;m going to do next semester.

Iapos;m still semi-sick, dealing with nose backflow causing me to cough a lot with no result. I woke up and felt like I was chokingggg... D:

Then I got to English and was falling asleep through practically the entire thing where did my my IB-cultivated sleep deprivation resistance go? before Prof suddenly mentioned that the compulsory play attendance... Was tonight. So then I got to go straight to a chem lab, where we synthesized alum from aluminum cans just like in high school except fancier (and except I didnapos;t have a can so I had to go buy a soda from a vending machine and pour it all down a sink just to have the can because I hate soda and it was a waste and WHHHYYYY does this make me so ANNNGRYYY) and then after the loooong lab I ate and then went to the three-hour play... Which was beyond awesome, but I got home at ten-thirty and Iapos;m ready to die.

It was an awesome play though. :apos;D A Servant of Two Masters, commedia dell arte, hilarious and extraordinarily raunchy and just amazing. Semi-traditional, with use of masks and period-related costumes, but nice and modern with local jokes and references mishmash costuming. Lots of fourth-wall breakage. Lots of great voicing. Lots of fun, I highly recommend, would watch again. I seriously did not stop grinning once. A few times I was on the verge of tears from laughing so hard. A+++.

But alas, Iapos;m currently dying of hunger and sleepy, so not a lot of stuff is going to get done. My brain is at the meantime spamming me with ideas for NaNo, and Iapos;m wondering if I shouldnapos;t just try to write words onto different projects, rather than starting something new. Namely, that Arashi fic, or the documents. Junnosuke, wouldnapos;t it be convenient if they let you co-write things for NaNo? We could totally push ourselves to do our fic for then Except, um, I was sick and didnapos;t do the Document(s) and I suppose I just have excuses for everything but Iapos;m seriously really tired right now so Iapos;m going to bed.

For the millionth time. Whoo. (Is this actually a semi-short post?)

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I donapos;t remember why I ever became the way I�am. I�mean, I�had enough love as a child growing up. I have friends. Maybe itapos;s just the fear of losing everyone again? I always lose the things I love. And Iapos;m just not strong enough to fight for anything. I just let it happen. My fear and my constant changing emotions rule my life, and I wish I could break away from it.

I�need people. I�need him. I donapos;t want to be like that. This broken, weak, pathetic girl that canapos;t stand on her own.�Thatapos;s the thing Will always used to pound into my head the most. And itapos;s the only thing I ever trusted him enough to believe. Because I already knew it before he said it. I will never ever grow up. Iapos;ll be an eternal child. Iapos;ll never be able to put myself back together. And he doesnapos;t need me like I�need him. Heapos;s a big boy. He can take care of himself.�But what about me? Who will take care of me if he leaves? I always need taken care of. Iapos;m always looking for someone to baby me, and nurse my wounds.�I remember the last time I talked to Will. "Come back when youapos;ve grown up.�Then we can talk."�Well, you wonapos;t have to worry. It wonapos;t happen.

Abandonment is probably the scariest thing in the world to me. I cling to things so much that eventually I lose them. And Iapos;m trying so hard not to do that. Not to be a big fuck up. But itapos;s hard. I canapos;t like myself.�I try, but I just canapos;t. And everytime he walks out that door, thereapos;s always the thought that maybe this is the time he wonapos;t come back. Because good things just donapos;t last for me. Heapos;s too good for me.� And he lifts me up and always acts like Iapos;m something worth having, and I want to see it. I want to be worth having. I want to be needed. But I think�Iapos;m a little too damaged to rely on.

And it makes me wonder if anyone else is as broken as I am. If anyone else stays up at night thinking about things that will never happen. Thinking about the could have beens, would have beens, and never have beens. I want to scream, kick, shout. Because I�feel like I�have it all figured out. And then I�want to scream, kick, shout because I know nothing at all.�

Old habits are hard to break.
But I wonapos;t let myself get in the way of this.
I wonapos;t let myself ruin this.
Because I want this.
I want this more than anything.
And for once, I want to be strong enough to hold onto it.
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