Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Clairvoyant Disease
Today I truly feel like dying. Life holds no hope, no pleasure, only agony and darkness. Furthermore, I think I want to stop writing in this journal. My life isn't worth recording. Perhaps when I die, my memory will simply fade just as quickly. I now know how lacking of a friend Natalie is ... I read her journal and she said her great uncle died and that she was really depressed lately and the like .. and she doesn't tell me. I don't care though. I'm sick of caring. She can keep to herself if that's what she wants, I won't pry her open but I won't look for her support if she won't let me lend my shoulder when she needs it. That would be taking advantage of her.. and that isn't right. Maybe today I can finally say, to the story of my life, "The End".

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