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Monday, November 22, 2004


I don't get it.
I'm always so happy at school, but when I'm home for a long period of time I always begin to become sad and I can't keep my thoughts straight...I hate that. It's this house. I hate it so much. All of these people always blaming me for everything, yelling at me for being there, the blood. The scarlet blood that drips away. the dark bruises. I can't remember how they got there, but apparentally they exsist. How I hate it here, so many screaming children all of which are my responsibility. I never did a thing in the creating of them yet it seems they are in fact mine. There's no way to understand these things...they're after all just things. And perhaps they weren't ment to be understood. Who knows...well..I'm going. Everyone is starting to wake up and I want to avoid contact with them as much as possible.
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