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  <description>So you&apos;re probably wondering what the hell is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically this visit home opened my eyes to a lot. One of these things is that I&apos;ve changed significantly. College has changed me in ways I don&apos;t understand, nor do I wish to. As such, I am ditching divans. It is a record of memories I don&apos;t wish to repeat. I&apos;m cutting ties from what I thought I knew. My flaws, my strengths, and yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone on my friends list said this and it holds true for me (except I tweaked it for my own personal situation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;ve been at Loyola for a month and it&apos;s already forced me to look at myself in painful ways. I went through some emotional turmoil of highs and lows in only a handful of weeks, but I think it was what needed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t like being an open-wound for these people I don&apos;t even know to see.&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t like basing my happiness on the affection I received from others.&lt;br /&gt;I still don&apos;t like that I refuse to make time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could psycho-analyze myself all day and it wouldn&apos;t solve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I&apos;m back in Wisconsin for the weekend I see this is not the place I want to be. I miss the people, but I sure as hell don&apos;t miss the place. The lack of opportunity. Having to drive everywhere. Maybe by December or even the summer I&apos;ll feel comfortable being back in Milwaukee, but right now, no. There is nothing here for me. There are a couple people that I wish I could put into my pocket and take with me everywhere for the rest of my life. I nuzzled my head into their necks and shoulders and didn&apos;t want to let go. But, still, I need to let go in a way. The physical way. Letters will have to do until I&apos;m back here for an extended period of time.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m shutting this down and you&apos;ll find [the new] me here: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;verbsnouns&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://verbsnouns.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://verbsnouns.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;verbsnouns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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