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  <title>Comments on 'Sad Thing Is, This Is Usually The Stuff That Goes On In My Head (enter at own risk)  '</title>
  <subtitle>My head is pounding. I'm listening to Paramore. I feel like crying. Who knows why, I don't anymore. 

Confusion. I'm in a state of confusion. I've been in and out of this state several times in the past couple of weeks. Confusion and... something else. That feeling that something isn't quite right. But you don't know what. I'm not explaining this very well.

Why am I writng with the music on? I can never do that, I always have to turn it off. But for some reason I dont. I just... don't. I can barely hear my thoughts.

Numb. Maybe I'm numb. Numb is an interesting word. Say it over and over, it starts to not be a word anymore, but just sounds. Or like something you repeat. You know, like when those people who meditate start saying _ooomm._ How do you spell that anyways? ooommm. uuummm. oouumm.

Well this has helped me a little. Maybe I can survive for the rest of the night.

Sad thing is I'm not sure if I'm being sarcastic or not.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-03-16T14:14:23Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Sad Thing Is, This Is Usually The Stuff That Goes On In My Head (enter at own risk)  </title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This totally pegs the feeling of many people. Great job at describing even though you were just saying what you feel. Love it Agree with it. &lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-16T14:14:23Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Freedom :]</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Sad Thing Is, This Is Usually The Stuff That Goes On In My Head (enter at own risk)  </title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I totally know what that&amp;#8217;s like. Been there many times. It&amp;#8217;s not fun, but (normally) it ends quickly. Remember, you are awesome!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24729?basename=48877</id>
    <published>2008-03-16T12:21:18Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>flute faerie</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Sad Thing Is, This Is Usually The Stuff That Goes On In My Head (enter at own risk)  </title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Wow! I&amp;#8217;m not really sure what else I can say, except I know what that&amp;#8217;s like. I&amp;#8217;ve been in a similar state of mind many times, myself.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-16T07:42:26Z</published>
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      <name>Capital "W" Writer (LoA's Geekus Awesomeus)</name>
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