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[greenstorm]

I loved you, and probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may remain...
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -
Made up a love so tender and so true
As may God grant you to be loved again.

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin.

I'm way overwhelmed. Too much going on, and my auto-guilt has kicked in, causing me to act like a crappy human being. This is the first level of my paranoia, it's an unhealthy place mentally. The poem is nice regardless. I had fun tonight, regardless, and am up way too late. I need to sleep more. Only a couple of days of work left, yay, before next week where I only work two.

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[mocks.livejournal.com]

I have this theory that it's kind of okay to act like a crappy human being now and then, so long as you don't let yourself forget that that's what you're doing, and act accordingly.

It's like being really really drunk, or doing certain drugs; the most important thing is to remember that your judgement is impaired, and allow your actions to be informed by the knowledge that you aren't in possession of all your faculties.