2001-10-04 So. I'm wondering whether or not it's worth sending M. my real address. He'd just mail me a tape, anyway, and it's unlikely he's some kind of horrible axe-murderer. (And even more unlikely that he bothered to come here just to kill me. Which I think I'd mind, because I don't really like the thought of being murdered.) I'm going away for the weekend, thank god. If only it's to visit some place as depressing as my grandmother's grave. Well, at least I'll be outta here. I'm very tired of my life. It seems that insecurities.org is down. My goodness. I think I'll just drop dead now. |
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