| User: |  capthampton |
| Date: | 2009-12-15 23:29 |
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I wish I knew what it would take to make me feel alive again. Love? Maybe, but it seems like some more primitive, intuitive corner of my soul knows I'll never find it again. Whenever I say that out loud I hear scoffs and the obligatory "of course you will," which doesn't even come close to being comforting. I've been grasping for some kind of transcendent human contact so desperately it's embarrassing. Sometimes I feel so boring I could cry. Maybe I'm putting too much faith in the belief that things will eventually fall into place. I guess this is what they call an existential crisis.
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| User: | capthampton |
| Date: | 2009-12-11 00:09 |
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How do unattractive guys still manage to have fucking enormous egos? Does it really all come down to having a dick?
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| User: | capthampton |
| Date: | 2009-12-08 22:32 |
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When did I become so disposable?
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