2001-10-08 Ah. Listening to Tindersticks. Avoiding looking at my arms. Wondering if I should or should not answer some email. Tired of World War III already. Another plane crash in the news. Doesn't move me anymore. I'm thinking of going back to hospital. It'd be good. It might change something. Although I know it won't. But perhaps I'd be happy for a while. After a while. Perhaps this would change. No more suicide plans. No staring out of the window wondering. No cutting. Nothing. Peace. That's all I need. All I want. I just want to dream and never wake up. |
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