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I'm still around. Just nothing has really changed, outside of my thoughts.

I went to church today, and I mentioned to my pastor how I have a lot of ugly, destructive thoughts towards people. He basically said that I had that anger because I wanted to have it, which I didn't accept at first, but when I said that most people would just do me harm and leave me to rot, he said that Jesus had to suffer the same, and yet he still forgave them. That made me think a bit about my emotional state.

Most of the people I've been extremely angry at are people that I've had altercations with online; I don't even know what these people look like, let alone have ever met them. And yet I was around them for an extended amount of time, people who I probably wouldn't even notice in real life, and I let their toxic words seep into my soul. I let people who I never knew well, never met them in real life and would never either truly be their friend or enemy, hurt me in ways almost no one in real life ever had. People I didn't know, didn't care about, didn't get along with, and nonetheless I let them all warp me.

Why hate them? Why be hurt by them? The answer is simple: you don't. For all they were, was just a stream of words on a monitor. Never hearing their voices, seldom seeing their faces...they were just phantoms. And due to my weakness, I let them haunt me.

I'm a full grown man, now. I won't let that happen again. No one on the internet knows me fully or truly, and I'll never let any vulnerability show again. And seriously, my heart needs to harden, or else I'll just become a monster.
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Well, I am just recovering right now. Not feeling too bad, but not feeling very well, either. My memory is horrible. I honestly hope that I didn't permanently damage myself when I did those substances; I don't think that I did, though. My life is just very chaotic right now, and there is hardly any routine. This isn't the first time I've had a crap memory.

I talked to my Dad today; he was surprisingly understanding, although we did get into one minor argument. He actually admitted that he may have been a little insensitive to me growing up, and finally recognized that he did make some mistakes. I'm really glad that I heard him say that, because for the longest time I was angry at him because he basically felt like he could do no wrong. So as such I forgive him, and I'm no longer angry.

I asked my roommate what made me immature, and he provided me with some really good advice. I listened to him intently and he was surprised that I was very non-defensive. He actually really helped me a lot. I'm hoping that I'm going to be more mature soon, but of course you can't do everything (or even sometimes anything) on the first day.

I might make a new journal to record my philosophical thoughts. Or perhaps I will just use this one; I don't know. Either way, it would finally be good to write the stuff down.

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