Back and Forth, To and Fro
I should have just made up some insipid nonsense about how I was looking forward to the winter break. I should have pasted that empty smile on my face and hid behind it for all it was worth. I should have just played the quiet enigma, and been satisfied with that.

And normally, I am.

Why did I have to let some of that bitterness out?

I will be more vigilant next time.

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I think that, when I die, my body will be donated to the medical school so that first year medical students of that time and age might be able to dissect me. I do not wish to be remembered. There will be no funerals, no weeping, no gnashing of teeth... no proof at all that I ever existed. When I cease to exist, I will forget the very reality in which I have lived -- and then I will be nothing. And as such, I think it's only fair and proper that reality forget about me.

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"Want to have children? Think for a moment before deciding to contribute to the world's overpopulation. Want to be in love? Reflect for a moment and realize that while it might take two to bring a person into this world, you leave it alone. Want to do something good and substantial with your life? Your sense of morality is filled with double standards and Sisyphus-sized loopholes."

While, at the time I heard these words, I felt bitter and betrayed, I understand better now. These were not just the furious ramblings of a suicidal friend. No, these are words to live by.

Too bad they aren't words to die by.

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Damn. I like this format!