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blowing the dust off this thing. I need to put my thoughts down more, I miss being able to look back at things and remember them. I seem to delete everything, but it doesn't make it go away. Thinking back at how eager I was to come to this point in my life, and really, what for? I was happy then; niave, ignorant, content. Now Im cold, always tired, and bitter. This isn't the way life should be lived, I know, but nothing has really made me see life in a more positive light. Every day is stress. It could always be worse, but why can't it be better?