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if there’s a single skill that i can pride myself on, it’s my ability to empathize. often unconsciously, i disassociate and view things from so many perspectives it’s nearly dizzying. my greatest weakness, however, is that i can’t turn these powers into myself. the sheer magnitude of unknowns about my own inner workings is the most significant sign that i have some serious growing up to do.

this is incredibly long, and doesn’t serve much purpose than chronicle things with a specific girl, so to speak. so skip it, cause god damn it’s a lot

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bored at work and pressured to make a post, okay

hi my name is james and i am a man. i live with my parents where my college diploma sits in a frame behind my desk because hanging it up means i’ll be there a while longer. i work at a big research company doing grunt work and basically data entry. i dress like a homeless and my life is boring like tennis.

i recently went through a pretty weird breakup but things are looking tolerable at least. i’ve been looking for ways to distract myself and try to be “independently happy.” i’ll probably bitch and moan about it at least once more before the week is out, but picking up old hobbies like guitar will hopefully stay the embarassment of a grown man crying.

currently i’m procrastinating on the little work i have to do by the end of the day and watching hulu, like i have been for the past.. 3 weeks? work is slowww.

i went on a family trip this past weekend, maybe i’ll post some shitty iphone pictures later on this week.