~I'm the King of the world! Really!

10:46 PM - 3/22/06

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1997

     Anger. It's so pure and powerful... beautiful actually. I envision beating people with bats, bricks; see machines exploding. Anger. Why am I angry? I guess I'll never really know...
     A 4 or 5 inch razor slash graces my left upper arm. It felt good to cry...
     What the hell is this life all about? I'm so fucking worn out...
     Wonder what tomorrow holds. More depression and anger? How much longer before I feel ok? Will I ever?
     ...People file in and I'm nauseated by them. Disgusted by life. How fun. Where are my answers? Why do I feel as if I'm talking in circles? Never any answers...