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Friday, March 27, 2009Y

I need to reduce clutter.

I need not be less messy. Just less prone to accumulating piles and piles of junk. Especially mental gunk. It has seriously reduced my brain's efficiency. Sort of like the rust that prevents the teeth of two neighboring gears to fit together like they used to. I know I used to be able to do algebra. At some point in time, I was also able to take a test without melting my brain from the unnecessary anxiety.

And before I learned how to worry or shoot down ideas, I definitely knew how to fall asleep and dream big.

There is a way to climb out of my mess of anxieties and to stand up to my nightmares.

Faith.

Now if I made this leap of faith- I would rise above all my insecurities right? If only.

I just want to stop creating negative scenarios in my head. No more please.

I just want my brain to work again, with the gears intact and in motion and whirring excitedly. Like before. Then maybe I'd be able to make sense of how I fell in love with my best friend.

ends at 4:46 PM

Sunday, March 01, 2009Y

The recent influx of badly written notes on facebook has been brought to my attention. Yes I understand that I am not a lone observer but I need to make a few points about 25 things.

1.What started off as a playful meme has escalated into a disastrous, sticky and unpleasant phenomenon.
2. I have read at least 3 notes written by an injured party. If you are sad, I'm sorry, but airing your dirty laundry is far from a pick me up. The solution is to throw it into the wash for heaven's sake- and spare your neighbours from the god awful musty stench of the past.
3. It's fine and dandy to say "yay i'm over my last mistake" but it remains completely ironic to painstakingly compose a note aimed at elucidating how you are having the time of your life *without* your ex.
4. Don't get my grumpy post wrong. I have read really really entertaining, hilarious, and even heartfelt 25 things and my friends wrote some pretty deep thoughts and dreams down. I just wish everyone else had done the same.
5. I end here because I believe that 5 is a nicer number than 25.

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