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Feb 26, 2006 19:06

Sitting here I can do nothing but think.
My life is falling apart and I have very little purpose.

I don’t have a job. I don’t have a plan for next year. I don’t have a home for next year. I don’t have a relationship. I don’t do a lot of things… things just are falling apart and there isn’t enough glue or tape to fix it. There also isn’t enough liquor to soak up the pain.
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