Empty.
I think that about sums it up. Everything is empty. I am empty. My life is empty.
I'm going to see one of my absolute favourite bands tonight, but it is empty.
Empty.
I'm back.
It is back.
This feeling that trying means as much as not trying. Nothing means anything. It is all empty. And the only thing I can choose is how to humiliate myself further.
Fuck
Off
Saturday, May 24, 2008
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