...[The emptyness you hear is my heart beating]...
6:31 p.m. - 2003-11-12

I really have nothing to say, but i feel the sublte need to write a mindless entry in my diary.

I have been waiting until i can finally move. Now i will miss my friends with all my soul. But when you hear your mother tell you that all the abuse you endured when you were younger was your fault and you brought it upon yourself, you tend to lie in bed in the dark and cry. Thats what i did last night. But im used to it.

Should that be a sad thing?

Im guessing so.

I look around this campus library and i wonder what it would be like to steal a little bit of each of these peoples lives, how i would love to do so. Most of them would beg kicking and screaming to have their lives back, how they would hate to live mine.

So im waiting.

It seems all i do is wait.

Something more meaningful wants to come out of my head unto this diary page, but its useless because i have nothing meaningful to say.

So i will leave it at that.

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