10:17 a.m.
August 02, 2003
I gotta get home. I'm depressed as hell about today. I don't want it to exist. I'd like to get back home. I'd like to know what to do when I get there. I'd like to hold a new conversation. This week drove me to want a different situation. I don't like that. Isn't it horrible when the only thing that binds you to a group of wonderful people is something you despise? I'll see this through and leave.
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