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All I can do is apologize.
But that is just not enough.

And if I can't forgive myself, how can I expect someone else to?

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I gotta say, my birthday is making me realize what I'm missing in my life. I miss my family and the place I live back home. I miss people and having a yearbook to sign.
Things are great, yeah, sure.

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Things get lost sometimes. I get lost sometimes. I want both back.

I'll probably make a real post in a few days when I'm not bothered by dreaming and thinking and being back here again. My toes are adjusting to the water.

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My last class is tomorrow. Then spring break. I'm coming home. I'll be home for about ten days. Am I excited? Well, to actually get some sleep, yeah. I want to go to the beach and work out and see my mom and my dog and some peeps. Maybe I won't stay here for st. pats. I don't really feel in any mood to drink in the hot streets of Savannah with about a million other people. Wearing green and drinking guiness. Naaaahhh. Aaron and I made a couch for our 3D final. It can go with our lamp. Building furniture is good work and it really gives me a feeling of accomplishment which is something that I've been needing for a while now, I think.
Anyway, things will continue on the way they have been and that's a-okay with me.
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    elliot smith

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School so far has been a lot of homework, meals of s'cafe, running around forsyth, running out of breath, people, people, peeps, professor bauer being my hero, and conference room homework-picture-music sessions. Dope.
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    nada surf

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Last night I decided to leave for home. I got my things packed up and together and started putting them in my car. I woke my poor grandmother up and told her I was going home. She told me I wasn't and asked to talk to my parents. I told her I spoke to both of them and it was okay. That everything was okay. Really. She took it personally and started to cry. I told her it had nothing to do with her. She said she was sorry for being sick lately and not really wanting to go out and do things. I told her it wasn't about her and it was something completely diffeent but that I really needed to go home. I was crying, holding my keys, standing in the hallway. She begged me to not go because it was already midnight and she wouldn't get a wink of sleep knowing I was driving in the middle of the night. I told her I'd be fine. Once she got on the phone with my parents I decided I was an idiot. I went into my bed and let my pillow have my tears. She came in and sat at the foot of the bed. She wanted to have some tea and talk about what was wrong. I tried to decline as politely as I could. She told me to only dwell on the positive things in life and I told her that that was what was wrong. The positive things that were gone. She got her bible and started reading it to me. Of course, this helped none. She felt better I think, knowing that I was listening to her and I think she thought I was believing that the holy spirit really would make me feel better. I felt sick. I was ready to throw up, so I lied down and told her I was going to sleep. She left the room and I eventually did fall asleep. But I'm still not home. Where should I be? I don't know anymore.