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Jul 16, 2005 02:11

more and more every day i wish that i were dead. do not be confused or scared or worried about me, though. i said i wished that i were dead, not that i wish to kill myself. there is a difference, i suppose. it isn't that i'm depressed or heart broken or have a shitty life or any of that woe is me garbage. i just don't want to go on living. i'm just tired of it. it's annoying and problem causing and i'm really just done with it. i don't want to do it anymore.

it's been a while since i've written in here, and for that i am sorry. i just haven't been writing very often. that's a lie. i haven't been writing at all. i haven't been doing much of anything at all, in fact, save giving myself cirrhosis of the liver. but you can't change things if you don't want to, right? and i don't want to do anything. why should i live anymore if i'm really not doing a single thing for myself, my future, my life, my talent, or anyone else for that matter? do not be alarmed, though. i would never actually kill myself. it really is quite cowardly, and i like to think i have more principles than that. but am i not already dead anyway?

(belated) birthday blues #21 to come in a couple days
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