Stripped of all I had, I'm forced to die inside.
What a lovely past few days. Sarcasm is a wonderful thing. The week was alright, I was trying to hold in my feelings too much, now I feel like shit. Friday got my mind off of a bunch of shit, because I don't remember most of Friday. My birthday was okay. Saturday was just a day to sit at home and think. I've been listening to a lot of mellow music, depressing really. I talked to Alicia last night, and that cheered me up some. Today I did nothing, I led a boring life. I tried sleeping, didn't get too far with that. Not really tired. I hope there's enough strength in me so that I die in my slumber.