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- = F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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- just because
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- for the hundredth time today i had to walk a "system admin" through
- installing components on his machine. for the hundredth time today i
- have had to explain, albeit patiently, that the internet is not down
- and that the person was dialing their own phone number.
-
- i had to remind yet another person that email is not to be used for
- transferring large files. i am sick of people customers emailing me asking
- me for help, when i am at home.
-
- i am burnt out.
- i am emotionally tired.
-
- getting up for work is getting to be impossible. I want nothing more than
- to snuggle deep under my comforter and not move. i want to re-read
- everything that i own, and spend inane amounts of money on books and just
- read.
-
- i want to paint.
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- i want to shrug all my responsibilities and just paint. i have NEVER told
- anyone of this but i want to go to art school. i know that i will be at
- best, okay, but its something i want to do.
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- i want to create.
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- i want to sculpt, get messy and relax.
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- i want to be free.
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- nothing is -mine-. This realization has come to me as of fairly recently.
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- i have always slept in someone else's bed, lived with
- friends/lovers/parents. used their dishes, watched their television,
- listened to their problems. nothing speaks of me. i always felt like a
- guest. even now, in the house i share, the only thing that speaks of "me"
- is the plaid trunk in the living room, and the diet coke in the fridge. I
- am still ruled by my parents 2500 miles away, who buy guilt trips now that
- my brother is out here in California for college.
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- my responsibilities have always been to pay rent, council
- friends/parents/lovers, run errands, take care of them, shop for them, do
- their laundry and clean their house. it was my 'responsibility' because i
- lived there.
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- i want to take care of 'me' and no one else.
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- i have never been 'free'.
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- i want to garden.
-
- i have been admitting that as of late, this gardening urge. when I was a
- small child, we had a 'garden' that ran the length of the house in the
- backyard. and i loved to play in the mud. loved to watch the flowers i
- planted grow, watching the them bloom. it was so beautiful. when se7en and
- i lived together, it was always an argument when i bought wild flowers.
- "You said you hated flowers." how very wrong he was.
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- i don't want to be responsible for anyone's problems. i don't want to be
- responsible for someone getting to work on time, for going to appointments,
- for paying their bills.
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- i don't want to be responsible for keeping them from loneliness or for
- entertaining them.
-
- i know what i do want.
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- i want someone to appreciate me for me. To brush my hair after I take a
- bath. To play chess with me. To run naked under the moon. I want someone I
- can read to, who will surprise me "just because".
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- i am tired of being aggressive. i am tired of being the one who is the
- cold hearted bitch. i am tired of always leading the way.
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- i want someone to kiss me first.
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- i want to be courted. i want to be appreciated and i want to be loved.
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- for me.
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- i hate California.
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- i hate the constant sunshine. the constant shallowness of just about
- everyone i have met. i hate the weather and i hate where i live. i spend
- most of my time after work locked up in my room. my few attempts at
- getting a social life are still brewing slowly. but. its not the same.
-
- i miss being back east.
- i miss the weather changing.
- i miss snow.
- i miss the smell of the crispness of the air when it was changing weather.
- i miss how strong i felt when spring came around, as if i was being reborn.
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- when i came to California in may, everyone was told something different.
- maybe some day, i will tell the true story, but all you need to know is i
- had to get out. the chance was offered, so i took it. i had to get out of
- Michigan, and the oppressiveness and the death that surrounded me there.
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- here in California! dreams came true. mine became a nightmare. i was
- alone, scared, and afraid. 'just come home' danny said. 'i can't!' i
- cried. i can't admit failure to you, to everyone, especially to me.
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- you can never escape your problems. things here were, at best, a flop. i
- smiled and said 'its okay, im fine'. when they weren't. no one knew the
- intense loneliness, the almost weekly crying, i never cracked in public.
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- i couldn't crack.
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- sometimes i get so alone, that the only one worth talking to is me. how
- could i possibly explain my situation to someone, and have them laugh in
- my face. it wasn't worth the humiliation.
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- no matter how much i hate it here, i won't regret the move. the only
- reason that i will not regret is because of what i have learned since i
- have been here.
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- i am responsible for no one but me.
- i don't have to do anything i don't want to.
- i am not a whore. i am a person with feelings/desires/dreams who has every
- right to demand to have those things fulfilled.
- i am not someone whose only good for 'computers and sex'.
- i am a not as cynical as i thought i was.
- my god, how innocent i am. i laugh when i think about it. street smart,
- maybe, but innocent all the same.
- how naive i can be with my big mouth.
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- i am tired of saying 'should be' instead of saying 'could be'.
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- i am making plans once again.
- i am moving.
- away from California i will fly. no more San Francisco for me. the people
- here are too hard, too shallow, too materialistic. it is reflected
- everywhere. i am tired of running for something that isn't me anymore.
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- i don't belong here.
- i don't know where i belong, but it is not here.
- i want to be somewhere that fits me. maybe Boston. maybe new york. maybe
- Atlanta. who knows.
- anywhere but here.
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- i am tired of pretending.
- i am tired of pretending everything is okay.
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- its not okay.
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- i am 25.
- THIS IS THE ONLY LIFE I HAVE!
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- i have been thinking about this for awhile. letting close friends know.
- i want to move back east.
- i want to have my OWN apartment.
- i want messy towels on the floor, dishes piled up, and i can't complain
- about it to no one because its MY responsibility.
- i want to shut off my goddamn computer and live.
- i want to go on a real date with someone who could careless about my past.
- i want to be suprised with flowers.
- i want to kiss someone at my front door and then walk inside alone.
- i want someone who will call me just because they missed talking to me.
- i don't want to deal with email, IRC or anything remotely having to do with
- computers.
- i want someone to play chess with. to go to plays/operas with. i want
- someone to go to concerts and to discuss THINGS with.
- i want someone to seduce ME
- to talk about our interests, to both love the same things. i want someone
- to tell me i am beautiful.
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- just because.
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- i want to look at someone and say 'i love you' and mean it. REALLY MEAN IT.
- i don't want to be waylaid into guilt trips with the 'no one has loved me
- like you' crap.
- i am so sick of that.
- se7en did it, danny did it.
- michael did it.
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- fuck you guys.
- not one of you knew crap about me. and never took the time to ask.
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- i bet not one of them could guess my favorite book, movie or song.
- what my favorite meal was, or what kind of perfume i wore.
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- I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER AND I WILL NOT TAKE CARE OF YOU!
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- i refuse to be in destructive relationships because 'you love me' shit.
- i am no longer giving my love away freely. now it has to be earned. and if
- i die alone with nine cats, then so be it. i am not longer letting my
- priorities slide because someone "could" be the right man. and if he is not,
- i will not try and change him, I will not try and "work on him" i will
- just let it go.
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- i refuse to be be guilt-tripped into staying with/sleeping with anyone
- because of 'your feelings'. Aren't my feelings fucking important? Yes,
- they are!
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- no more sister, nope, not this chick.
- no more.
-
- i have decided to go celibate. no more half assed romances, no more blind
- dates. no more lust ridden affairs, where after you fuck you look at the
- person and go "why the fuck did i just do that for?". no more hanging my
- heart on my sleeve and looking to make it work. no more phone sexing ex's
- because of reminicising old memories.
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- i am cutting you all off.
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- i have always had dreams. i have always let my dreams slide because i
- didn't think they would fit into real life. and that was my biggest
- mistake ever.
- and i will not pay for it any longer. i will not continue to hurt myself
- or deny myself anymore.
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- i want peace.
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- so i am making plans again. i am going someplace that *i* want to go to.
- looking at schools that *i* want to go to. getting a job because it
- *suits* me instead of being saddled at an ISP doing tech support. and i
- won't be yelling at customers all day because i am bored, and i am tired.
- and looking out my window at the gridlock of cars coming off the bay
- bridge is MUCH more entertaining then talking about network topography.
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- i want to slack back into my dreams.
- i want to reach for my goals.
- for me.
- just because i can.
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- - Simunye
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