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Sunday, September 23, 2007

okay screw my life. seriously. i really gave up on myself already.
all three parts of my life are screwed. bowling's freaked. studies are hopeless. my friends are drifting.
what can i do now?
die.

to those i've helped. i hope it made a difference. doubt it did though.

and i never would want to know why people seem different online than in person.
maybe its because they dont wanna let their friends know they talk to someone like me.
im a failure after all. and since online life is private. who would know?
to you people. im sorry that you had to know someone like me.
dont worry. i dont blame you. i understand.