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Well I guess things are going cool. I hate it when you have so much to say but you spend so much time writing emails to everyone you let it all out and then when time comes to write on your journal you stare at that blank screen and pout and frown and your fingers itch to type but then it hits you like a hurricane that-- you know, you really have nothing interesting to say. I hate word thieves. *** So yeah I was trying to waste some time by flipping back through old entries and man, so I ever sound like just the most depressed thing that ever hit SIT. It's really amusing, actually, since if you know me at all you know I'm incredibly happy all the time and stuff. I guess there's just this part of me that nobody ever wants to see, and I show it here. I think that people should get from me whatever they want to get from me. It is very important to me to make sure the people around me are happy. I'm going to the Prism concert tonight with friends and am terribly excited. I've decided about some things and you know, I'd rather just lay off and have fun. Leave the cooing to the groupies. Matthew supposedly sent me a letter but I haven't received it yet...whatever. You all should send me a letter too. PLEASE do. PLEASE! I love getting mail. Come onnn...! Lili P. VSU Box 7535 Valdosta State University Valdosta, GA 31698 The cafeteria makes me nervous for some reason. I'm not usually very flighty, but the palms freaks me out. I also don't think I like so many people around at once. I just feel like I'm about to explode and then I hurry run run run outside and gulp fresh air like it costs ten trillion dollars a lungful and was the sweetest thing in the whole wide world. Everybody wants something from you, I believe, and I think that the weight of all those Somethings pressing down on me is just so much sometimes that I can't take it. I hardly ever know how to act around people. I'm glad I found so many good friends here. I really must find something better to do with my time than walking and singing after every meal and talking to my journal.
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