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I'm not quite sure yet but i think that i might hope not. 2003-03-15 7:12 p.m. it's almost as though she believes that no one else is 'worthy' of her love.

except of course, herself.

such high standards she sets.

high standards that no one could possibly live up to so she created a woman who was all she wanted and more.

and she loves her, and she despises herself.

someone tell me where's the fucking logic in that.

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because she's someone special right.

she's got a 'purpose'.

move it to a higher scale.

we've all got a purpose.

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anti-war protest tomorrow.

i am anti-war and pro-peace.

but why.

what is my 'better alternative'?

i don't have one.

peace is unnatainable. at the moment anyway.

i believe our world still has much to learn. obviously. if we're still starting wars, then we have not yet learnt our lesson.

we still don't have a better alternative.

i don't know if i will go to this demonstarton tomorrow.

if i was that concerned, i would be better informed about this war.

i wuold be reading up on both sides and forming my opinion from there.

but instead, i appear to be doing what the majority of us do. i am aware of this threat, but i''m doing all i can to let it not bother me.

so, why go to an anti war demonstration if i haven't done all of these things.

would this not make me a 'poser'.

i've never been good at presenting an argument, and in this case i can't even say i did my best, because i really can't be bothered. but there you have it.

if i don't go tomorrow, i have my reasons.

whether i'm good at sharing them or not.

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and isn't that the same with everything.

we all have our reasons.

who are we to question another persons reasons.

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i'm all over the shop tonight aren't i.

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i went out last night.

i went to a party.

miss antisocial went to a party.

it'd been somewhere around 6-8 months since i had left my house on a friday night.

and last night, i did it.

and i had a fucking good time to.

not overly brilliant or anything like that.

not even overly fun.

but it was good.

i forgot everything.

i forgot that i'm a nervous, jumpy kind of person who doesn't like talking to people.

i forgot that voice in the back of my mind that is always telling me 'i should be sad right now.'

i forgot everything.

and i had a good time.

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i have a feeling it may become something of a common occurence.

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does this signify a 'getting better' of sorts?

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