March 11, 2004

• Metaphorically speaking, I no longer know up from down nor left from right. One second I think I’m fine, and then it exploads straight outta my chest like a brick of C4. Being lovesick once in a while is possibly one of the most painful things one could experience. No amount of scrapes, bruises, burns, and cuts could be equivalent to the amount of pain exerted through lovesickness. Gahhh, it pisses me off – this makes me sound crazy, but I jabbed myself in the heart a couple ten times an hour ago to ease the pain. This is why people associate love with the heart, only through this feeling may I understand. This yearning passively abrupts a vague feeling of nostalgia, the past had so many… What if then and now… Grr, but now’s different, now is today! Without yesterday there is no tomorrow. Damn, robots have it so easy – bastards. Agghh, I don’t know what to do… I’m a lacking character without a job. Sorry if alot of what I type today makes no sense, I don’t want to reveal my mind on Xanga too much.

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