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Yeah, my brother called at like 11 and talked to me for an hour and a half. Rather, he pretty much talked at me for a long time and updated me on life and goings on, until he asked me about my life, and surprisingly, I told the truth. It's so much easier to do it with an trusted outsider who isn't in the middle of everything. But now I feel kinda bad for angst-dumping on him. Although it's not exactly angst dumping, b/c it's not really angsty on my part, it's just me telling him the way things are right now. (He got kinda angsty, though.) But then, I don't do that often enough on LJ and elsewhere. As in, speak the truth. No, I don't lie. I just make it such that I don't have to talk about myself very often, and just focus on minute daily details. Maybe because I know why my life is messed up, I just have to get around to fixing it.

In the midst of all this I suddenly wonder how Jean is doing. The roommate of last year that I never really knew