can you feel like the meanest human being ever
and still feel like a huge weight just came off your shoulders
at
the
same
time

i miss bangladesh. when i first came home, i was astounded at the quietness of sucktown, california. where were the sounds of millions of people going about their business at 2 am? (people in bangaldesh sleep really late and get up at 9 or 10) why were the streets empty? why wasn't my food fluorescent yellow with the power to stain any kind of fabric beyond repair? why didn't people constantly ask me questions about american in the most adorable broken english? why wasn't i there, continuing to learn and laugh and sing?

oh bangladesh!

i cried myself to sleep that night.

uganda 2009 maybe?

underground churches in china 2009 maybe?

nepal 2009 maybe?

summer.

wow.
i wish i were deep.
dammit.
i don't have deep deep thoughts anymore.
or, at least i don't type them out.
i tell them to God
and by the time i get to my keyboard they've all left my brain like sand pouring out of a bottle.
twain
donne
knowledge of the holy

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uhh je suis matt (11:19:02 PM): twaindonneknowledge of the holyPosted by the thousandth
uhh je suis matt (11:19:05 PM): are you kidding me
uhh je suis matt (11:19:05 PM): LOL
CSMSkitty (11:23:29 PM): WHAT
CSMSkitty (11:23:32 PM): ARE YOU MOCKING ME?
CSMSkitty (11:23:33 PM): :(
uhh je suis matt (11:23:39 PM): no
uhh je suis matt (11:23:44 PM): but you are obsessed with
uhh je suis matt (11:23:45 PM): english
uhh je suis matt (11:23:47 PM): and i hate it
uhh je suis matt (11:23:48 PM): hahah

haterz=make me sad and emo.
i need to read more now.