2:21 p.m.
January 02, 2004
When I'm depressed, this diary is mopey. When I'm in a good mood, it's pointless. I have the worst diary ever.

Right now, I'm in a depressed, screaming rage. But rather than try to scream about it, I think I'll try to put it to use.

Go

Stop

Believing that your

Ever-present reasoning could

Go

It's broken now and

You don't know how to come to terms that

You

Could every day accept them

Try to numb your life away

And they say

That every song that can be written will be written in ten years

Well, I've been writing, I don't believe that that allays my fears

Because when everything is done my life's just arrears

Go, go, go

Well, it's not worth it

Go, go, go

You'll believe I try

Go, go, go

But I've been thinking

Go, go, go

Alright alright

I

Have lived through this

For six or seven years and

Why

Can't I improvise

Another mile's inside

Damn!

I just try and and try

I'm not getting anywhere at all

Please call

Just to have a conversation, I wish I was normal just like you

Help me eradicate all the notions I've pushed myself through

You wouldn't believe that this shit I'm thinking has almost been askewed

Go, go, go

Well, it's not worth it

Go, go, go

You'll believe I try

Go, go, go

But I've been thinking

Go, go, go

Alright alright
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