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Monday, September 20, 2004

I've gotten a lot done today, it seems. It's easier to focus, easier to be happy, and not much of my environment had to change to make life seem so... possible.
I've picked up a habit. Could this be the source of my new-found happiness, or is it only a temporary escape? Either way, I don't want it to end; I enjoy feeling numb. Early signs of addiction... those words keep twirling around my brain, but somehow I don't mind. Could I really be addicted this early on?
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles, running around my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this rain
But it's my destiny to be the King of Pain
My store will soon become a trading store, which means more work... for the same money... in the same building... with the same people... I might just go crazy after all.
I'm dead, and I will be for all eternity, but I still don't have all day.


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