Tuesday, November 18, 2003

i like one of my friend's ideas for what i should do with the Box From Pure Evil: sell it to someone on ebay as a "mystery box." i probably ::should:: actually open it, but there's something so dirty about accepting an unwanted birthday gift from an unwanted, evil man.

it doesn't feel like my birthday is tomorrow. i'm used to looking toward my birthday with a sense of excitement. i can't say i'm excited. i can't say i dread it, like i dreaded twenty, but i'm looking at it with utter and complete indifference. it's really demoralizing.

i guess one of the lines in the song that i just posted says it all...how can i heal when there's blood still on the floor? there really is no way to work anything out, there really is no way to disappear.

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