I mean, Christ: I wish I could believe that bozo in Coldplay when he tells me that stars are yellow.

Sadly, this line stuck out to me... Along with the whole chapter. I do wish I had my own John Cusack or as Klosterman more realistically puts it Lloyd Dobler though the name could be a bit off-putting.
I wonder how am I supposed to cope with the idea that at 30 I have less than I did 5 years ago and even less then than I did 10 years ago. Ten years ago... Damn I was blindly in love. And stubborn.
What if that type of love doesn't ever reappear for me?
Truthfully, it would make sense as I spent so much effort destroying what I did once have but I feel like I've done penance since then. And there has been some effort made to bridge the gap and mend the scars of the past.

Thought

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I put the PRO in procrastination

I guess I ought to be grateful today and not think about all of the ways in which my favorite hobby, procrastination, has been my downfall.

It isn't that I am incapable. In fact, not that I have an inflated sense of self worth -- quite the opposite is true-- but I am aware that, generally speaking, I'm quick to pick up on things and rarely get presented with a non-physical task I don't do well at. Nonetheless, I have felt like a drain lately. I've taken a lot in and taken time to evaluate most of it and realized that all of my problems come down to that damn pasttime of mine going back to even my childhood, I know it is abundantly clear that my bizarre combination of procrastination and hard work.

And now here I am yet again facing my devilish friend.