10:28 p.m.
February 08, 2003
There's a point where you stop caring and start worrying.

Fear. Depression. Getting hit.

I got hit today.

I got overcome in the car today, and just couldn't take myself.

My mom took me out of the car and I sat on a swing, and she pushed me to make me feel like a little kid again.

It helped me sanify myself a little. So'd the latin thing, surprisingly.

But the three still loom.
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