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    <title>Why does it have to be this way?</title>
    <published>2001-05-08T08:23:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Do you see what time it is? Do you see? Why am I up at this hour? Within 12 hours I will have completed three more finals. I am tired. I don't feel well. And I think I might be losing my mind. Yeah, right, college is the best time of your life. . .Whoever said that should be shot.</content>
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    <title>The Beginning of a Friendship</title>
    <published>2001-05-06T07:56:56Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm new at this. I don't know what I have to say or who would want to listen. However, I thought this might be a good way for me to purge some of my thoughts. It seems like I have too many lately. I actually don't think that it is possible to have too many thoughts, but I think that when they are not dealt with properly, the person having the alleged "too many thoughts" should figure out how to have not as many. But that's just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I am 19 and living alone in New York City. Aren't I cool. (Note the sarcasm.) You know, I thought that living here would be exactly what I needed. And yes, it is. But it's not like I got away from anything I was trying to hide from. That's the funny thing about the bad things in life - they will always follow you. Think about it this way - have you ever had that perfect boyfriend move to the same city as you, or call you incessantly, or always send you flowers on Valentine's Day? No. The answer is no. But you know who does continue to do all of those things? The horrible boyfriends that never seem to leave. The ones that you broke up with because they were stupid, mean, and damaging to your self-esteem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to continue this, but it looks like my roommate has just come home and wants to go to bed. (I share a bedroom with another girl. I guess I should mention that I go to Fordham University, the Lincoln Center campus. My name is Christine, but you can call me Nirwanda.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that, goodnight world.</content>
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