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Jan 07, 2012 00:40

While it may not be, I find it strange how a song can change maintain the same lyrics, yet mean something entirely different within such short time.

Drinking has posed a big problem these past few months. I've seem to have wandered into isolation. Another round of job applying, another round of rejection (at least it was only two this time).

I can't say I've ever felt more alone and vulnerable than I am now. When there's no one to talk to, why don't I listen to myself? Maybe this is my way of doing it. Endless rambling on a desert island.

Days on end without a meaningful conversation, and only out of the house twice since Christmas. The reality I think that best represents itself is that this world would be better if I had never been born; then again, I might as well have not been considering my current state.

I've been reduced to feeling like a nuisance by my entire family by just being alive, friends unconcerned, and anything fruitful of emotional or physical intimacy of any kind essentially non-existent. To care and be cared for in return is a treasure I'm afraid long lost.
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