"Some of us are really born to die" from Marilyn Manson's, "Valentine's Day"
i must be sleeping...
i'll take it out back and put a hole in its head.
2006-07-21
12:07 p.m.

this will be the last entry.

i feel really bad. like, i used to be able to write in here without having to, well actually, rarely having to hear commentary on it by someone. but now thats all this is. i always hated the idea of keeping in touch through a diary. and it seems more and more like this is the only way people i care about will know whats happening in my life. i hate that. but more so i hate how its come to that.

i feel like i'm losing a friend in this diary. like a friend who i could rant to when ever i was frustrated but wouldnt offer any advice, knowledge or understanding, just a listening ear. i liked how when i would wright about a problem the diary wouldnt offer itself an answer. it was always me.

if i ever do write in herr again it'll have to be private. sorry, but its been a pretty good run while it lasted.

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College student. Male. 22 years old. Single.

"This time I'll get it right.
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I rule and stuff. - 2006-10-14
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I remember falling
I remember marching
Like a one man army
Through the blaze
I remember coughing
I believe in something
I don't wanna remember falling
For their lies