And scene.

[xer0boi]

This journal is a shadow of my 'past life'. The life I left behind when I left Tampa... More appropriately: the life that left me. I've lost my house, my job, my friends. One of my best friends can't even make the effort to keep in touch. I've really got nothing left. I sit here all day and stew in my ever-growing depression. I can't get to sleep at night without having a good cry anymore. But then, how are you supposed to react when you lose everything?

So as a chapter closes on my life, so goes the journal that accompanied it.

I just wish it had ended on a happier note.