September 26th, 2004


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I'm too depressed to be playing this game with myself.
I'm not fucking perfect, goddamn it. If I was, I wouldn't be here. I'd be a hundred miles away.
My "perfect childhood" has left me a insecure, afraid little boy. The world is big and scary. I'm drowning.
You tell me that if I knew better, I would avoid you. I think the opposite is true. If you only knew who I really am, you wouldn't talk to me. You be with someone stronger, smarter.

In fact, right now you probably are.
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