The Fine Art of Falling Apart: here I am

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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.

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here I am

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here I am
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

doctors today. medication. a third year medical student that had no idea what the phrase "Freaked out" meant, more medication. Speculation. Talk. And now, a diagnosis. One that is supposed to ground me to the earth with an explanation of what is wrong with me.

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