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Hello my old friend... I've missed you. My one true solace... Not that anything really is. But here I am again. Trying to hide from my brain. It never works... You know that well... But still... Where else can I go? I'm useless... I have no really talent in anything... Well... Unless you count escapism... The problem there is invariably I keep coming back. I long for the old days... The days I was actually happy... The days before I thought about killing myself at least once a month... Sometimes once a week... I don't even know why I'm doing this... Maybe ad a silent scream for help? ... Even though I know there's not really anything anyone can do for me. ...gah, and as usual with these posts now I've totally gotten distracted and now "can't finish" ... Whatever... It doesn't even matter anyway as no one will see this... Probably ever... Which is kinnda the point.