29.4.2000

I meant to whine what a fucked up person I am and how my life sucks but it's 6 a.m. and I feel worse than I felt when I went to bed. And although I feel like shit, I'm not bitter enough to have enough energy to write anything. Whining requires energy. I just don't care right now.

Let's just say one thing. Sometimes I feel like my life was a dream, nothing feels real. And sometimes I wish my life was a dream because then I'd at least know it'd end at some point. Because none of the nightmares last forever.

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