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Sunday, June 3, 2007

Day Sixty-five...

No anger today, no nervousness, not much to report. Wish I had more to say, but at the end of the day I'm tired and when I turn my mind's inward it doesn't see anything. I don't know if I'd say I'm less depressed. I'd say I'm more numb about it. Go figure. I should quit this shit.
Posted by R. Bastard at 8:36 PM

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