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There is nothing more for me to say that I haven't said already. I have even said that a number of times before, but I would go on to reiterate things later on. I have the burning hope inside, the hope that one day, maybe I will be alive. I have faith in people, despite people. I grow to hate them, but still, that warm globe exclipses the cold one. I generally dont like anything. I fill this space just like the space in my life, with nothing of value, but things to pass the time. Im not saying I am not having fun, but I should be doing something to reach that point. To reach the point where I am actually alive. The point when the thrill of waking up is enough to sustain the day. Everything has been on such a downward spiral to mediocrity. I want to go on another adventure. Another Real adventure. I want some fucking excitement. This place with everything in it is just so listless though. The same thing you have heard over and over again, with me just in varrying states of decay. Fuck, really. Just fuck.