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Monday, September 29, 2008
6:58 PM

Dear diary,

I feel numb. It's the same numb when there's so much pain that you can't feel anything anymore. I almost cried in frustration at the flagpole area. I had to remind myself lots of times that I don't have to cry. I kind of lost it in the car. I couldn't help pushing myself to the corner, I think I was looking out the window. I'm not really sure, I was thinking too much. Oh yeah, thank you Physics for adding another untimely requirement to that big pile. Anyway, I'm not writing this entry for Physics, I'm not even writing this to fill the quota for Compsci. I'm writing cause I hell can't keep this inside of me anymore, I'll burst if I keep on doing so. Too bad there's no password protect here, oh well. No, people. This is not an emo post, I'm not trying to call your attention by telling you how much I hate the world. I don't hate the world. I don't hate anybody. Hating somebody is tiring. No, I'm not heartbroken. I'm too numb to feel any pain in my heart. Maybe crying would at least help to lift the frustration, but I can't cry. I can't find a way to get rid of all this annoying feelings and it feels like I'm being choked. Now I'm writing to find out if this will be an outlet, but I think I'm just sounding mad. I'm not mad. My mind has too much to handle, and there's pretty much no space left up there. I don't think I'm making sense anymore, sorry. Exit this page so you won't get annoyed at me. Why do I keep on demanding people for the things I want? They have their own lives, I shouldn't be butting in. Grr. Great, I'm contradicting myself by saying something and doing something else. I'm such a hypocrite. You know who you are, I've already told you many times, do what you want. Don't let me get in the way. You're supposed to be enjoying your life and not worrying about what I would think. I'm a problem to everyone.

The worst there is,
Me


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