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| New xanga = superbearisalwaysthere.
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| They'll never be you.
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Thank God.
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| I Googled "Is there anything beautiful left?" under images and this was the first picture to come up:
It's of Mongolia, I think.
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"Please, would you tell me," said Alice, a little timidly, ... "why your cat grins like that?"- "It's a Cheshire cat," said the Duchess, "and that's why."
- "But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
- "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
- "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
- "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
- Alice didn't think that proved it at all: however she went on. "And how do you know that you're mad?"
- "To begin with," said the Cat, "a dog's not mad. You grant that?"
- "I suppose so," said Alice
- "Well, then, " the Cat went on, "you see a dog growls when it's
angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm
pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad."
- "... thought Alice, and she went on. "Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
- "That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
- "I don't much care where –" said Alice.
- "Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.
- "– so long as I get somewhere," Alice added as an explanation.
- "Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk long enough."
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I find myself striving to want. I've been so apathetic recently I don't even recognize myself. When was the last time I debated about something I really care about? Do I even care about anything anymore? I've let go of all of these anxieties, all of this anger, but I've lost sight of all of the love and potential in my life, too. I'm mad right now, I know. But anger has been the only thing I truely can rely on recently. It's the only thing I have the capacity to feel. I used to think it was only jealousy and guilt. But I'm not jealous and I'm not guilty. Just silently brewing. And I used to be a storm.
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