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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Tues, Jan. 28
... Ran from the noise
I pretend to know all of the answers, but I really don't.

Maybe I'm not cut out for this after all.

Maybe I just need to find a job that has nothing to do with people, and a life that has nothing to do with friends.

It just ends up coming back to bite you in the butt anyways.

And I just put myself to shame. How dare I talk about life turning on me? How dare I throw a pity party and whine about how I can't handle where I've been placed?

*sigh*

Poor, poor, pitiful me.

I can't even complain without messing things up.
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posted at 10:00 p.m.