Man I am fucking tired. I went to bed at 10 pm, much earlier than usual but I can't seem to wake myself up.
It looks liek I gained half a pound. 142.5. I am trying not to freak myself out but I am obviously disgusted by the news. Another thign that disgusts me? People who spell "disgust" with a "c". "Discust?" Not a word.
I feel so lonely; I spend most of my days in a fantasy land. Far away from the people who reject me every second of every day. Its better to pretend that I will be rich and famous some day. Surrounded by fans, loved by the world.
Half the time I'm not here anyway. I dissaociate without even trying. I float away, high above the hustle and bustle. I am always flying, like I'm on drugs. Its fun sometimes, but I can't make it stop. I wander, glassy-eyed and confused, through my days. I feel like I am missing out on life because I am not really living it.
7:22 a.m. - 2004-08-25
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