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Why is it that I have so many friends so burdened with self-hatred? Is it that I make friends with creative people, who are by nature more sensitive? Is it that I'm drawn to those who know through experience what I sometimes feel? Is it that we're all the same age and experiencing the most agonizing kind of growing pains? Is it just one hell of a coincidence?

Whatever it is, I worry and I love you guys and I wouldn't give up the worrying and the loving for anything.

And now that I've either depressed, embarrassed, or confused absolutely everyone who reads my journal, let's move on to lighter topics.

I'm going to Bangor this weekend! I'm going to hang with my beloved manderspander, and we are going to watch movies and drink too much and of course watch the Super Bowl. I say of course because everyone I know loves football, including Amanda, so is easier to stay through Sunday and go out with her and her friends then to try and schedule my return on Sunday around the Super Bowl. Oh yeah, and go Patriots. Woooo. Do the extra O's convince you of my sincerity? Nah, it'll be fun. =D

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Is it that we're all the same age and experiencing the most agonizing kind of growing pains?

Um, or could it be that yesterday I was told I either have bipolar disorder or borderline personality disorder, thus explaining my fucking weird behavior for the past six years or so?

What the hell. Off to smoke, drink, make a latent attempt at suicide, whatever.

~Anji

[(Anonymous)]

"Why is it that I have so many friends so burdened with self-hatred?"

As someone burdened with an unhealthy dose herself, and in love with someone burdened with a nuclear-death-super-ninja-strength dose, I'd say it's because you're intelligent and hang out with intelligent people. Intelligent folks are particularly susceptible to self-loathing, doubly so if they're creative.

--Ealasaid

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Eh...I don't have self-hate, I just don't have much self-love. And I meant that in the non-dirty sense, thankyousomuch.

Anyway, it could just be that it's a huge coincidence. At least that's what I want to think, because if it's because we're all going through growing pains then I must have slept through a couple of years or something...since I'm 23 and all.

Yipes...I think that's the first time since my birthday I've said how old I am. It still feels weird. Is 21 weird for you, Cathryn?