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- = F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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- Disparity of the Soul
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- Did you ever step back to take a look at yourself and at times wonder who the
- hell you were? Who took over your body and controlled your actions? That
- you were not *you* anymore, and that you were not even sure who *you* even
- was?
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- I don't know why, but I feel this way now. I am so overwhelmed by
- feeling and emotion, that I am encompassed within a whirlwind of
- thoughts that aren't even my thoughts. I don't feel like *me*
- anymore, that I have lost who I was intermingled with who I want to
- be. I feel like a completely other person altogether (I think my
- psychology teacher from high school called it hopeless, helpless and
- out of control- but that was also referring to the rage reduction in
- unbonded infants; however, it still describes how I feel at the moment).
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- It is just of late that I haven't been able to converse with
- Rationale, Reason and even a little bit of Sanity. Instead I walk
- hand-in-hand in the company of Impulse, Immediacy, and Confusion.
- Insecurity has become my Best Friend. I feel like that stupid mime
- in the box, and the box is getting smaller and smaller, closing in,
- suffocating my creativity and crushing my spirit. I am levitating
- above my own clouded thoughts, clawing my way for an ounce of
- grounded stability.
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- Aside from not being able to channel my thoughts, I feel that the
- things I believe in and are the most dear to me are the things I
- I am loosing the most. I have a sudden insane obsession for
- wanting to feel loved and needed to a degree that has caused me to
- become terrified of loosing it all- so much that I am fearful of the
- slightest thing that might make it so. I now live in constant fear
- of my appearance, my reactions and behaviors, my ability/inability to
- please, and
- my psychotisism pushing away the only person that I love. Rational
- or not, these thoughts linger in my mind and consume my being. And I
- wonder, where did all these thoughts come from?
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- My mind is in a constant battle between Good and Evil; meaning that I
- know what I <should> be thinking, what I <should> be saying, and how
- I <should> be reacting. Knowing that I have these means to ensure a
- victory, I am only saddened more from this elicit struggle that
- assesses, rationalizes and reasons, however, is still defeated by this
- *unknown* entity that has me under its grasp into which confusion controls
- and consumes me.
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- It has turned me into a raging bitch, a needy child, and a sniveling
- faucet; this poetic
- despair that has been thrust upon me. As I said, I no longer feel like
- *me*, like I am incorporating emotion from others as well as intensify
- feelings on my own. I especially feel extremely attune to Anxiety being
- the most prevalent and the most stressful for me to embrace. I feel it, I
- know it, and yet, I cannot escape the emotion that I ascertain from feeling
- this way, and it is devouring my very soul.
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- I always wonder why I am the way I am, yet in my heart of hearts, I already
- know the answer. Why am I difficult, why do I have jealous inclinations
- when nothing is directing me except my own thought. It all stems from my
- emotion; as quickly as it is my best asset, it becomes my worst enemy as
- well. As good/bad is it is/may seem, I cannot be born into one emotion
- without embracing another. If I was not moody, I would be without love and
- generosity; if I was not temperamental, I would not be kind; if I was not
- opinionated, I would not be honest and sincere, and if I did not have
- jealousy, I would not be able to give of myself entirely and completely.
- What it comes down to is that one part cannot be defined as who I "truly
- am" per se, but rather defined as a part of my whole, my entire complexity
- of existence. Call it hereditary, call it personality, I don't know. A
- human being cannot be described or defined as any certain way, or by any
- specific aspect. A person becomes a person because of their ability to
- change their mind, to treat each situation as specific and special as it
- is, and to change as to not repeat past mistakes and history. In essence,
- my attributes are my assets just as easily as they are my faults. Without
- its co-existence, I would not be me. I could not be me. It's sometimes
- much harder to prove to yourself what you are than to prove to the world
- what you're not.
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- Knowing this, it only escalates the hopelessness that I feel and the
- intensification of the degree in which I am experiencing this. I know the
- complexity, I understand the emotion-filled person that I am; I just wish
- the animalistic nature of emotion would diminish to the caged creatures
- that I was once used to.
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- Creation could not be labeled as such without the existence of tribulation,
- I just wish the tribulation would quickly come to an end soon. I long to
- feel complete and whole again.
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- Simply,
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- Spyder
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