the other place
July 08, 2003 | 1:51 a.m.

I don't want this to die a death. But. I have nothing to say, except angst, and I went through that stage. I raged and raged and poured it all out and people who've never met me read it, and who knows what they really thought? Certainly not me. I'm not willing to do that any more. I won't lock this, yet. I can't read the older entries, I can't, but I won't lock it yet. If I'd had nowhere to vent when I was still so angry, I might not be here typing this now.

I don't know what I want to say. I don't know what I feel. I hate it when I don't understand things, anything. I don't understand myself.

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