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My eyebags are screwed. I stare at the comp for a good 12 hours a day or more, yet always try to find something to read, listen to, or do something online. Just something. Dunno why the concept of sleep is always so unappealing, when it should be the first thing on my mind.
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My mind is screwed. I look at the world and see so many double standards - people choosing the argument based on what suits them or their aim, rather than doing what seems right. Yet I still believe that this world is fair, and things should be done the right way. Just that the "right way" is so different for everybody.
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My bearings are screwed. The fog seems to have landed and getting thicker by the day. It feels that groping in the dark, inching my way around to prevent falling into any pitholes. Makes me want to hit out and hope to feel for something that will show the way moving forward.
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