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I'm actually lost...

Maybe it's when you get hungry and your stomach starts to growl, when you realize how lucky you are for having friends. Friends who extend their hand in support when you most need it. But days pass and the carcass start to rot...And thus smell!

You take refuge by studying [like that will help get things off your mind] and start to think other things, but at the end of night, you are listening to your respiration in the dark bed that is not yours...You thank again your friends and they start to get tired of that word. But you cannot imagine yourself without their helping hand...And a random hug every week and so...
The ceiling is not yours and you start counting the dots and the dust in the corners. Not even the soothing smell of your friend's home alleviates your frustration of not being able to call it yours...Oh! But it's not even about that, it's about feeling comfortable and not feeling like a goddamn bum that's basking in someone's charity...Pride is such an awful thing when you get raised middle class!

The big home and the small home. The big plates of food, the little ones too. The Soothing odors again, that clearly distinguishes him, from him, from her! And how that reminds you again, of what you don't have right now. AN WHAT YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TOO!!!
...Be-Loved...And you start again thinking property. "NO! It's not property..."
You start thinking of hugs! "HUGS? What the hell is wrong with you? Be a man. A manly man!!!"
Kisses, a necklace...Utupia;and your stomach growls again. Reality snaps back, again, and again and aga...

Mi familia me encojona tanto...
y como estoy estudiando psicología, pretenden que tenga paciencia y objetividad con ellos...(maybe solo los que estudien psicología o si están relacionados con el tema me entenderán)...
"Here you go Dave, congratulations for completing your dual degree on Psychology and Anthropology. Along with your diploma we hereby grant you Patience and Objetivity Forever. Use it well my pupil."

O maybe es como dijo una amiga mía...La objetividad y la paciencia la aprendes en el doctorado, *sighs*

Panic Attack...
in class the other day. I mean, what the hell is wrong with me?
I thought that the stress was mental, pero na, this is not the first time. I will learn to cope with those "things".
and right no I'm confused, really...I don't know how to react to a recent event. Mas o menos es lo que paso con mi ex: a little misunderstanding and *insert possible scenarios here*

Do I take the first step to talk, or leave it just as it is?...*it's just a rhetoric question*

oh well...again

amsmarie14@hotmail.com

Bueno...me acabo de sentar a la computadora que me asignaron en el centro de cómputos y me encuentro con el inbox del email de alguien abierto...que mal, so I decided to have a little fun and this is what I wrote her:

Hola.
No me conoces, porque soy un extraño...no vuelvas a dejar tu correo electrónico "signed in" en ninguna lado, alguien podría cambiar tu password o borrarte los emails de tu querido Manu...
nada, que esto te sirva de lección y dale gracias a los dioses y los cristos en los que no creo que soy tan benevolente y no le hice nada malo a tu cuenta excepto darte este warning. LOL que prepotente sueno, pero bueno...
espero que no vuelva a pasar....
I'L BE WATCHING YOU *insert maniacal laugh*

Eso fue tan childish*sighs* but oh well...
Oh and...I got accepted today at two internship programs: at Cornell and North Carolina...YAY! I'm so happy!

...

I think I'm going to erase myself from th...

pour it out

"There's no one in town I know
You gave us some place to go.
I never said thank you for that.
I thought I might get one more chance.
What would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in."

Jimmy Eat World, Hear you me"...
Happy Birthday cry baby boy...