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This is one week which is really just turning out bad for me. Nothing definate, nothing certain, just ... shit. I dunno, I haven't been this bugged with my life in ages. It's weird and atleast partially uncontrollable, so ...
I should just wait. I'm probably going to remove this post by tomorrow, if not by tonight. I hate being depressed, and I hate being unsure, and most of all I hate being cut out of loops. But now I want to cut myself out of a loop ... the loop called existence ... just flow and flow and flow until I'm all flowed out, until I've reached the sea ... then stop ...
It's absolutely classical Gaurav depression, just elevated a little (a lot, actually) and so unbelievably stupid as to ... as to ... well, when I told Janani I was depressed, she was just: "you have to stop going into moods like this". And it's true. I have to stop being a baby about the world. I have to grow up. Have to have to have to have to. Have. To.
This is nuts. This is shit. This, I suppose, is life.
This post was posted by Unknown at 12:47 am
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at 7:11 pm:
"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."
