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The following post is going to sound cheesy. My New Year's Resolution is to become a better person. For the past few years I have made my talent seeking out problems and doing nothing to fix them. After I notice a problem I complain about how much the problem bothers me, never once stopping to think that there is a strong possibility my problems are invented. What do I really have to complain about? Nothing. For Christmas my dad bought me MacBook Pro; I have three modestly sized closets full of clothing; I have a rack full of shoes; I have my own personal library in my room, full of excellent books of all sorts; I have every art supply under

     It is not often that I feel content. My largely pessimistic outlook on life often leads me to contemplate the worst of human nature and only see the worst outcome of the events around me. My emotional failure becomes most apparent to me when I become stressed. When I suffer any intense stress I don't deal with it, I ignore it. The longer I ignore a situation the more stressful it becomes, until I explode in fear and pain, generally inflicting equal pain onto those around me. Moving has always been the worst for me. It makes me feel so insecure that my emotional blowups are ten time more destructive than normal. This move has been drastic

I've so much to say and no time to say it. I honestly have far too much homework to ever update this, but I will explode if I don't. Not having blogged with regular consistency for the past few months has meant that all that pent up frustration, excitement, joy, anger, etcetera has been massively bottled up (because as we all know the only way I can accurately communicate my feeling is through writing, because I have no social skills to speak of). Normally I'm pro "bottle it up Spock," but lately it's lead to some seriously impaired decisions that I truly regret. So here I am. Blogging. My, oh, my, how much I have to say. So I met Cassandra