September 15th, 2002

Adrasteius: Really?  Really.

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I am full of the desire to write, or draw, or otherwise create, but instead I must do my World Drama paper (thank goodness the due date for my Archaeology project was extended to way is it getting done tonight -_-) on Phormio.

A beautiful person had neatly stacked and folded my dried clothes when I picked it up from the laundry room today. I wish I knew who did it so I could thank them. The little stack was in stark contrast to the wild lumps of clothes surrounding it.

Thinking of that makes me feel a little better, but... I don't know. I always get depressed when it gets dark, especially when I can hear voices coming loudly from next door. It always seems that the more people there are around me, the more alone I feel.
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