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I have kept a dead journal of late. Indeed I have kept a cold, dying life. So much pointless responsibility takes the time that I should spend living. Thus, I have not had time to live. Only time to waste, sleep, and remain heart broken. The cycle must end at some point. I need a break and the human body can only be pushed so far. At least the summer is coming and I will once again have time to be myself. So many people have come across me at a very bad time of my life. For the last year I have been wondering aimlessly along side destruction. It is over. A life is so hard to mend. My world is so desolate now. It has no significance. It seems like I have lived so long, but only a little less than 17 years. So much has happened in that time. I feel like I should be out in my life, but I am held in the ignorant, wisdom-less, immature pit of those I am doomed to call my peers. Nothing in this world of high school means anything. Nothing of significance is pondered or given a second thought. It is a plastic reality, and that is what I hate. Not myself, no my life, but the little box I am held in.