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    <title>finals are still 4 days away</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ive studied 12 hours yesterday and the day before, and plan to do at least that today, tomorrow and both days this weekend.&amp;nbsp; My mind isnt used to this much punishment.&amp;nbsp; It wants a break so bad, but I cant, I have to do really well so I dont get kicked out of college.&amp;nbsp; I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having problems I cant talk about to anyone.&amp;nbsp; Like some of them I can deal with, but 1 specific one&amp;nbsp;is really bothering me, and I cant talk about it with anyone.&amp;nbsp; I know Im wrong, so why do I keep thinking this way?&amp;nbsp; I duno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny in all this time studying I havent been able to feel really depressed, but when I stop for a minute it hits me like a ton of bricks.&amp;nbsp; What the hell is wrong with me?&amp;nbsp; Im so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Im putting on a good face for the kids.&amp;nbsp; I think Im making it look and sound like Im a lot better.&amp;nbsp; I wish I belived it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, depressing update.&amp;nbsp; I think the stress is getting to me.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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