Sunday, May 30, 2004


Foremost, I'm not suicidal. Nonetheless, drunk me has never felt so ready to end all my problems and social entanglements. Not that I would, but if I did:

It's your fucking fault, all of you, for not realizing that I have enough personal trauma to work though without attempting to work through anybody else’s. You've done this; not me. Don’t you all realize how much I have to work through on my own? Damn you. Damn your baggage and damn your expectations.
What do you want from me?
It’s not how it used to be
You’re taking my life away
And ruining everything.
Happy birthday, Ha-Shawn.

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