Posted by Questionmark on July 23, 2004, at 1:26:01
Years and year, months and weeks and days and days and days... and hardly a thing has changed. So many days. Nardil keeping me hopeful and happy and numb and naive. Days of smiles and laughter and relatively care-free mild to moderate happiness. But the truth always shows its ugly face... after awhile... like today. Who am i kidding? This life is not for me. This world is not for me. i hate this world, this life. But for some reason i do not want to leave anymore. What the hell do i want to stay for? i don't even know.
Dying inside... and it doesn't even matter. There is no significance.
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