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Thursday, November 30th, 2000
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6:08p - housed
Fuck life. I didn't leave the house today. It doesn't matter though because nobody cares anyway. You live and then you die it seems. Any kind of stability you find is just a mirage, something to pass the time until someone pulls the rug out from under you, again.
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current music: The trees outside in the wind (10 comments |comment on this)
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9:13p - hit
you ever been beat with a meat tenderizer? Not very fun.
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