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I used to feel magical. You know, really feel it, like I was special--meant for something. I want that back. I'm sick of living one day at a time, but I just can't see the future anymore. I need a plan. I need something to accomplish. Survival just isn't enough to keep me occupied. Which is a good thing, don't get me wrong. I've just come from that place--the one where I need all of my faculties just to stay alive--and no one should have to be there. But somehow, life was better when it was harder. I feel like, ok, I'm alive, I made it. Now what? I lost all my illusions, which is healthy. But did my dreams have to go with them?

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Memes to counter deeper meaning

( Or are they? )

So, I just applied to be an administrative assistant at Trammell Crow Worldwide Real Estate. Sentimental, I know, but being logical has never made me happy.

Oh, and New York Renn Faire on the 10th. Who's with me?

Blah. Stupid tortured soul crap.

Again!
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