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Sam and I decided that we were going to miss our train, I was desperate. I was eighteen. There is something about doing things with my parents for a wedding gift for an old family friend. It freaks me out that she's getting married because in my head so I just don't bother. That probably is it. You can't see my desk right now because it's covered in books with titles that say things like Making it National and The Material Life of Human Beings. There are about five pairs of shoes under my desk. CDs are thrown haphazardly into the shelves at the side of my soulless corporate job. What a future.

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[darlita.livejournal.com]

The "What a future" in the end kills me.

[happiestwhen.livejournal.com]

I was desperate. I was eighteen.

This part is really poignant. I'm still confused about how these posts are compiled and why?

[one-if-by-land.livejournal.com]

it took me a long time to realize what this post is. For a while I thought it was just the fitz factor.

[font.livejournal.com]

fitz, we all feel like this when we make these steps toward growing up. it's natural to feel weighed down by possessions, to feel like with each acquisition, a bit of your soul is lost, but that isn't how it really is. your future is what you make of it, and your soul will always be there, no matter what you end up doing or owning. i know you feel lost right now, but it will pass. you'll be all right.