And sometimes you just want to give up because you are not making anything any better. Sometimes you just have to accept that you are not good enough… or do you?

I don’t get it. I can’t accept it. I want to fight. I need to fight.

I can’t live with myself knowing that I am not good enough. I know I am better than that, and no one should be able to tell me otherwise.

But then again, we give up. We give up on people, we give up on goals, and we give up on dreams.
Sometimes, we don’t have a choice, I know. Sometimes you don’t have time. Believe me I know.
But sometimes, I am afraid to give up. Wouldn’t it be so unfortunate if you figure out that you were so close to the finish line when you gave up?

I’d like to imagine that I am close to the finish line. I would be the worst person if I give up now.

No? Yes?

Regardless of the end result, don’t you think it is better to keep on fighting than giving up and sitting down all alone? Isn’t it better to at least have something to do for the rest of your life, even if it is just fighting with life, rather than having nothing to do and nothing to look forward to for as long as you live?

How truly miserable that life would be .

I'm riding on the edge again; just-about-tipping-but-not-quite.

Sometimes, it's all about the time of day.
Sometimes, the volume of the people’s voices in the background sends me over. At other times, it is the endless stack of to-do's. The thought of making dinner again, only to watch it get eaten—hard-work-down-the-hatch.
Sometimes it's the rain; or the fact that I only slept three hours because nightmares won’t leave me alone.

Today it's a blend. Strong. A well-roasted combination.

It's coming on stronger now. Dragging at me, making me itch. I need it. A little shot—a quick hit.

I'm giving in.
Pulling out the memory box; the letters, the photos.
I take it in, one thing at a time with trembling hands . . .

One wisp of your perfume drowning my senses...

…to envision your lips on mine

Some days, it saves my life.

Do you think there comes a point where the pain just stops? Or is it never-ending?

Isn’t there a point when you no longer care because you know that it could not possibly hurt anymore? The pain is absolved and the fear is gone because there is nothing left of your soul to be ripped apart. When it happens you sit on the floor, your back to the door, and just stare at the wall. Somehow the emptiness is comforting then. You don’t want to stand up because you know exactly what is waiting for you on the other side of the door. Some people tell me that they see the darkness begin to rise from the floor. They can no longer fight off the darkness. Hence they welcome it inside them.

The light goes out, the soul extinguishes and the pain disappears.

Is that how the pain disappears?
 

There is something comforting about talking to you before going to bed at night. I can’t quite put my finger on it but I know there is something different about the whole ritual. Something feels right when I blab about absolutely nothing at all with my eyes half closed. May be it is the combination of a tired body and a sleepy mind but it does feel kind of… umm… what’s the word? I can’t find a word!

Perhaps it’s because the body heat keeps me warm or maybe it is the way you brush my hair with your fingers that put me in an almost…. (again, what’s the word?!)

Why is it that I am always sleepy but you are wide awake while we are talking? May be I am just lazy. Or too comfortable.

I like talking to you. I like struggling for words while my mind drifts into slumber. I like having the feeling that when I wake up in the morning you will be with me. I think it is the confidence of knowing and believing that keeps me satisfied and sends me peacefully to the dream world every night.

It’s just that magical feeling. Again, I can’t put my finger on it… but you know the feeling I am talking about, right?
:-)

Have you ever have blind faith in something for which there is not a scrap of evidence?

Well the answer is, you can’t.

If you could prove it, it wouldn’t be faith.

You can only have faith in what you don’t know.

That’s what faith is.  

I can’t do it. I have tried to do it so many times but I just can’t. Perhaps, I won’t. Yes, I am too shy to show you my vulnerable side.
I am too weak to make it clear. It’s an emotional suicide.

It doesn’t look like I can give you anything. I haven’t slept. I can’t connect. Am I crazy?
I laugh too loud. I have no tears to cry. Sometimes I want to cry.

But, these feelings…. These feelings won’t go away. You know it is not easy. These thoughts don’t leave me. These feelings won’t go away. They have been knocking me all over the place.
I keep thinking in the moment that time will take them away. But these feelings won’t go away.

So, here I stand. I can’t turn away. And I don’t want to cause you any pain.
But I can’t communicate.

So here I am.
And here I stand.
On my own again.

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Raaji: Look! There goes the point!
Emily(looking around): What? Where?
Steph: Oh my gosh, there it goes again!
Emily: How do you guys know when these points are coming?!
-A road trip gone horribly stupid


Professor (explaining the attendance policy): You are only allowed two excused absences. If you are absent for more than two days without a valid reason, that would account for 25% of your grade. And remember that two tardys count as one absence.

Raaji: What is this? High School? (loud enough for the class to hear... opps!)
-not off to a good start with this professor


Law Professor about the Legal profession: Better to be judged by 12 than to be carried by 6


Please Lord... if you let me pass this exam, I swear I will name my child "Jesus"
-Cynthia, desperate last minute moves (5 min before we sat down to take the LSAT Exam) :-)


Raaji: "Can you be sued for dying? I mean, can you die negligently?"
-a very long night preparing for a law and society exam… one should stop studying after midnight.



"I'm extremely handsome, I have the physique of a Greek god, I'm hung like a bloody fucking horse, I'm witty and amazingly intelligent, and I make a ton of money. I really need to work on my self confidence though."
-Matt, on persistent shortcomings


Julia: I'm afraid of spiders.
Matt: I'm afraid of heights.
Emily: I'm afraid of waffles!
Raaji: Excuse me?
Emily: Yeah, I'm so afraid of them that I break out into hives and my tongue swells up whenever I eat them!
Raaji: Does the concept of allergy make any sense to you?


Kyle: So when you going to cook for me? Everyone says you're so good at it.
Courtney: When are YOU going to cook for ME? Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I have to cook.
Kyle: Do you want steak or chicken?
-a very smart man


Raaji: "I just smarted myself stupid."
-while tackling a logic problem for the exam