I will sing your requiem
September 17, 2002 @ 12:08 p.m.
All is not not not okay today.
I want to hit you. Yes, you. The one who's reading this, right now. That's how much undirected anger I have right now.
I am pushing those away whom I didn't know that I could. And I don't want to deal with life right now. I don't want to plan the future, I don't want to be in the future.
It's not that I want to die. It's just I don't want to live.
Would you cry at my funeral?
I'm so tired of complaining of all of this. I'm crying wolf again, doesn't it seem?
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