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    Since this is kind of my private blog I’m just going to say it…. UVA in Lyon is full of bitches and I’m not looking to make friends out of them. It’s been two weeks and I haven’t met a single person I can depend on but hey they can all go fuck themselves cause I’m having a good time in France. Sorry I’m not a fratstar. 

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    Waiting

    I’ve been home for a little bit, but I don’t really feel home. I feel like I’m in hibernation, waiting for something else. Especially these last two days. I don’t feel like doing nothing besides watching Buffy. But at the same time I’m jealous of everyone else. Roomie is out and about. Having fun. Meeting new people. And I know that will be me too soon, but what am I doing now? Wasting time? For what? Waiting. Life doesn’t wait. It still keeps passing.

    Then again, home is not like college. What is there to do here? It’s not the same.

  3.  

    Just so fucking done. Let’s get out of here.

  4.  
    To them, the real prostitutes in our society are the women who dress in expensive business suits in the financial district, work fifty hours a week, and make sixty-five cents to a man’s dollar.
    – “Lip Service on the Fantasy Lines”, Kira Hall
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    It’s funny how there are so many limitations on sex when it’s probably the most natural thing in the world.

    But afterall, we are civilized people.. I guess that means no one has sex or thinks about sex or should see sex. God forbid if the children knew.

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    In the forest lies not two but many paths. And in the end of a life’s long journey, did you ever wonder which path you took that led you to your present self?

    After all, aren’t we all just actors in the greatest play of all?

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    He just wants to be heard whether it’s the beat or the mic
    He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
    In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
    But fuck em.
    – Remember the Name, Fort Minor
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    Tori

    My phone service went dead, but skype chat me if you want to talk.

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    Blogging

    I only come back to this blog when I have something to say that just can’t be expressed vocally to my friends or family. I mean I feel bad that I don’t post interesting stuff or the daily what’s up, but I guess this is a space I save for when I need it the most.

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    It’s hard to know when you’ve really dealt with past. Like when will it really be okay. When you can tell a stranger where you’ve come from. And what if, the past was bad, but it never really bothered you. Maybe you were sad, but it didn’t cause you to do bad.

    Sometimes I want to stare my childhood in the face and say “hey, remember me?” But it still doesn’t feel okay because we never talk about it. We have moved on and away. Away from those places as if we can just erase them from being. As if we didn’t live in that house anymore, all the memories would wash away.