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	http://belowandabove.livejournal.com/15985.html I needed to reach out to someone who no longer reached out for me. And though I did not find you, my mind is at ease. There are moments when I wish I could hear your voice, hear those words, read those letters, so perfect and pure and full of love. Love for me. But my mind is at ease. I know where all those moments rest. I return to them and come back. I weave back and forth between the past and the present. I smile. More... Published by :belowandabove 2007-02-04 06:06:49.0

	http://belowandabove.livejournal.com/15761.html Alan Beaudean, let's go watch Just My Luck. More... Published by :belowandabove 2006-11-22 06:49:36.0

	http://belowandabove.livejournal.com/15578.html Sometimes I think the world contains too much for me to bear. Sometimes I can't tell the difference between reality and reality. It is so much. So much sadness and so much hurt. So much death and illness and pain and poverty. So much beauty and so much hope. So much excitement and so many hidden joys. My heart dies and revives so many times daily. What do we do with any of this? With all of this silliness and all the More... Published by :belowandabove 2006-10-29 02:41:21.0

	http://belowandabove.livejournal.com/15331.html The world is too full. I am feeling everything at once -- I am in a rush to get where I am going, I am questioning everything that I am doing. I am feeling disappointed and on the verge of giving up. But I recognize now, perhaps more than ever, how important my purpose is. I recognize my own insignificance but I feel motivated to follow through. These contradictions flow through my blood. Into my lungs and More... Published by :belowandabove 2006-10-18 05:08:36.0

	http://belowandabove.livejournal.com/14981.html I don't remember the last time I felt so helpless. I am so afraid of failing. I am on the verge of crying without stopping. This has triggered a series of thoughts about the things in my life that I wish were different, about the person that I wish I was but am not, about the things I had hoped to accomplish but did not. Everything everything everything feels so wrong. More... Published by :belowandabove 2006-09-10 22:17:55.0

	http://belowandabove.livejournal.com/14614.html Sometimes I worry that I perceive the world in a way that is much too different from how it really is. How will I ever know? More... Published by :belowandabove 2006-08-07 23:22:14.0

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	http://belowandabove.livejournal.com/14073.html Perhaps this has all been self inflicted. More... Published by :belowandabove 2006-07-29 03:39:02.0

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	http://belowandabove.livejournal.com/13122.html As a kid I would have dreams that I was holding really small object that would get larger and larger and then small again. I would wake up form these dreams restless and afraid to go back to sleep. Tonight I realized that what I dreamt of feels a lot like a kneaded eraser. I tear the eraser to pieces and use a small blob of it to erase. Then I join the small piece to its remains and erase with the large blob. And on More... Published by :belowandabove 2006-07-21 05:31:16.0