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September 30, 2010
Clean up your life.

Your room is spotless. Your desk, impeccable. Your computer is organized and partitioned perfectly. Day to day life, written and highlighted. Lunch ends at exactly 11:55. Your schedule, in stone. You imagine you have control.

You cry to sleep. You dream of spontaneity. You wish you could live. You crave a sense of passion. You don't understand what's wrong.

Four points and perfect smiles only count between nine and five. It's those other hours. The dark, personal ones that really matter. Those are the hours when you realize what loneliness is.

Clean up your life.