august seventh, two thousand four:
I've once again made my mark. This time, there will hopefully not be any changes for a good while. In a strange way, I'm content with the surrounding world... but in the same instance, I'm quite sick of how things are turning out. Depression... boredom... and the same cheap cigarettes day after day. I feel like I'm living inside some twisted dream but can't escape. At any rate, I will decide what changes are necessary in the near future...