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

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Sat, Jan. 4
... Becoming cynical in my old age
Hmmm. What to say? I think I've become so used to plans changing that I almost consider it a surprise when they actually follow through. It's still frustrating and kind of annoying, but at least I don't count on it anymore.

Anyways, this was supposed to be longer, but I have to go shower.

One year ago today: Quite honestly, sometimes I don't even want to be brilliant. Sometimes, I just want to be... I don't know what I want to be. I just want to be me. I want to write what I want to write; I want to say what I want to say; I want to be what I want to be. I just don't know what all of those are most of the time, and when I do see a little piece, I'm too afraid of someone finding out that I'm not who they think I am, so I don't let it show. Heh. "It." "Me." What's the difference?
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posted at 12:53 p.m.