This applies to EVERYONE: I started this thing to put down how I feel about things at a certain time. When I want to talk, but feel like I can't. It's really just that simple. If you don't like it, I'm sorry. I'm not out to make anyone feel like they're being put down. If you feel that way, there must be some truth in what I'm saying.

7/18/2004

Song of the Day: "Chamber Dance" - Die Symphony
 
For the last twenty minutes, I've been sitting here trying to collect my thoughts so I'd have something to write about. It hasn't been working very well.
 
Mark bought me a pack of American Spirit cigarettes for my birthday. They're the ones made by indians, 100% additive-free. They aren't too bad.
 
I am also now a member of the AudioBlogging community, so I'll have to try that out sometime. It sounds like fun.
 
I've been chainsmoking like a motherfucker recently, and I'm paying for it. I need to quit. My zippo is out of fluid and I left my huge bottle of it at home, along with my flints.
 
Something is breaking inside of me. It's hard to live when all you do is die little by little each day.

I don't know why I bother anymore. This is not right.

I know this sounds typical of me. I also know that, at this point, I don't care what you think.
 
It took me an hour to write this shit.
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