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Now that we've gotten things settled down a bit, I'd like to start actually doing some stuff on here again... So what's new guys? If you're one of the old dA crew, send me a note, leave a comment, let me know you're alive 
I'd like to get back into contact with some of ya'll again.
I'd like to get back into contact with some of ya'll again.
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100 truths updated... HAVE FUN YOU TWATS.
. Real name: James Hamilton
2. Nickname: Jimmy, Kit, Orin
3. Zodiac Sign: Leo
4. Male or female: fuck yo gender roles
5. Elementary School: Anderson
6. High School: Back Bay High School
7. College: 2 years? then 4 i wanna take a year off after high school
8. Hair color: Originally Brownish Blonde, naturally bleached to white.
9. Tall or short: tall
10. Old or young: Old
11. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans
12. Phone or Camera: Phone
13. Health freak: I don't have to be, I metabolize and heal fast enough that it never bothers me.
14. Orange or Apple: apple
15. Do you have a crush on someone? I'm in a relationship
16. Eat or Drink: drink
Eyes.
Eyes. They say eyes are the window to the soul, but in reality, they're the window to the mind. Eyes hold intelligence, eyes hold pain. My eyes...
Ice blue eyes. Cold, intelligent. Calculating, analyzing, manipulating. Eyes that see truth. Eyes of death. Yet underneath, eyes that shine the deep blue of the ocean. Eyes hiding infinite mysteries. Eyes that hide an infinite number of phantasms, concepts beyond anything the world can actualize. And even further still, eyes, the color of the sky. Eyes hiding infinite possibilities, an uncountable number of paths that lead anywhere and everywhere. Eyes full of hope. The eyes of an angel stripped of
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Sweatpants, Chai Tea, the Notebook... meh. It's that kind of night.
Frustration.
God. I can't write anymore. I'm angry, constantly angry. And I've been suppressing it for too goddamn long. Cigarettes can only keep me happy to an extent. Fuck. I have all these stupid emotions building up, and I can't release them. No matter how I try, it doesn't help. Fighting was one of the only things I could do to help release it, it worked. But I can't do that anymore. Fuck. I need to get laid, it's been way too long. God dammit. Peace out. I'm gonna go... I don't really know.
oh yeah, on a side note, it seems like I may be unconsciously starving myself. I haven't been eating anything besides ramen lately, and that's maybe once or twi
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lust...?