Friday, March 18, 2011


15 March 15 2006

Days like this I don't even know why I'm here.

Of course I know why I'm *here*, but I mean why I keep going the way I do. Why I stay in this spot. I can't remember why I'm supposed to feel good or happy, or when I think of "good" reasons, why they apply to me.

Today I am an empty shell.

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