2001-10-01

“I forget to forget, nothing is important
holding back the fool again”

I should, I think, respond to some email. But I don’t care. And I have nothing to say. And I’m feeling rather cold and… something. Miserable. Tired. Willing to die.

I don’t want to. I don’t want to live. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want anything at all. I just need to… need to die. Right now. Sometimes soon. At some point. I need everything I cannot have.

I’m so tired and cold now. It’s freezing in here. It’s freezing everywhere. I don’t want to live.

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