I wish you were always with a smile
I wish you were happy all the while
I wish you were never in despair
And life could be a sweet affair
I wish that my love could bring to you
Happiness and joy to cling to you

I don't know what to say. I feel like I'm in one of those isolated moments I'll always remember the feeling of.

I wish... things weren't like this. Everything.

---Edit---

What the

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Another article about why women don't like so-called "nice guys":

CLICKIES

I thought some parts were interesting, despite finding the article as a whole to be kind of eh (the misspellings here and there didn't help).

When she doesn't appreciate their sacrifice, they will complain that, "Everything I did, I did for her.", as if this somehow elevates them to the status of martyrs. A woman doesn't want a martyr. She wants an equal, caring, adult partner.

Hmm...

Nice Guys are always asking HER to make the decisions. They think it's being equitable, but it puts an unfair burden of responsibility on her, and gives him the opportunity to blame her if the decision was an unwise one.

And lastly, what stood out to me most:

We rarely stop loving people we truly care about.

I might write more later... It's 2 AM though, and I have school today.

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I've been better.

The desire to eat has for the most part completely deserted me.

Besides the uncharacteristic anger I'd been doing better recently. Now I'm back down in the hole.

I'm listening to The Tragic Treasury by The Gothic Archies.

We were wrong to begin with,
Even if we were sincere
Truth is just a useful myth
Things are not what they appear

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I think the long beaked echidna had the chance to be cute, I really do, but something just went way wrong and instead of being adorable it's just kinda creepy.



Even worse, this is what the babies look like, apparently:


Yeah, you're not going to get any little kids begging their parents for one of those.

Anyway, back the paper writing!

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I went to go donate blood today, but they rejected me because my hemoglobin count was 12.3, just 0.2 under the required 12.5...

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't bummed about this. I guess I can take some iron supplements and try again in a few days, though...

For some reason I've had this slowly increasing fear that everyone around me is suddenly going to stop obeying the laws of traffic. It started when I was in the car with Lucy awhile back (several months ago when we went to a mall). We were going around one of those little loops of road and it occurred to me that the lines weren't keeping us in at all, and it was entirely possible for us to continue in a straight path and crash. This feeling has been lingering in my mind since then.

Laws are there to keep things in order... Of course, realistically, if a majority of people stopped obeying the laws, nothing could be done to stop them, but then chaos would ensue and it's a given that most people prefer stability...

I am wondering what my options for the future are. At some point I guess I should go to one of the counselors at school to discuss transferring and all that.

I'm trying to think of another way to refer to my boyfriend on here. The best I can think of at the moment is MPA (mon petit ami). There aren't really any pet names in this relationship, and I'm certainly not recycling anything from my last one, but it feels repetitive to just say "my boyfriend" over and over again. It's sad that I couldn't come up with a better quick fix than saying the exact same thing in French. (Though abbreviated, of course)

MPA and I have a problem that I'm sure many long distance relationship-ers face... A catch-22 of sorts.

Problem: Not seeing each other enough strains the relationship.
Proposed solution: Move closer.

Problem: The relationship isn't serious enough to warrant moving.
Problem: It can't get serious enough without a move. (Or so we suspect)

There aren't any proposed solutions to that right now that I'm satisfied with, unfortunately. :/

I should probably end this now. I have to write a paper comparing two books, and I'm missing one book. And it's due tomorrow. FUN STUFF.

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I am rather inexplicably pissed off right now. I say "rather inexplicably" because there was something that set it off, but reasonably it should not have.

So... my guess is that I've been hit with some pretty bad PMS. I'm trying not to act on it, but the desire to is pretty strong.

It's kind of funny that the only time I'm motivated to do things is when the things are horrible.

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