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Saturday, August 21st, 2004
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1:35p - Last things
This journal has become ridiculous. Nothing is sincere, or even me anymore. I think I'll start a new one. And I'm going to copy Mr. Luedtke. You'll have to find it yourself if you want to know what really goes on in my head. It won't be easy. For either of us. I'll still keep this one up for appearances. For retarded little quizzes and drunken quotes and anecdotes. There hasn't been anything of substance, partly because nothing much of substance happens here. Outwardly. Everywhere I go, I change. And I feel stupid talking about it. But of course, there's that little masochist in me, that little exhibitionist that wants to lay it all out on the table. It sounds pompous, but this journal has stopped being worthy of the actual me. So there it is.
Ta.
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