These artsy people make me cry because they exude beauty and being around them I feel so small and insignificant and I desire to fill myself with them, to be empty and to be a channel for that which is greater, that which goes beyond words.

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Next door, they're watching "Fight Club" and they're playing it loudly enough that I can hear it through the door. There are no other sounds on the hall tonight, nothing else out there but, "I want you to hit me as hard as you can."

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There must be something in me that is missing because I'm not standing out.

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They shoot fireworks after every home football game. The booms echo so loudly off the brick buildings in our quad that, sometimes just for a second, I think that the buildings are going to come tumbling down and it will be the end.

I'd welcome a change, anything tonight.