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August 22, 2002 // 7:53 a.m. // How sick of me must you be by now?
I hate being as angsty as much as the next guy (who am I kidding. I love it) but it's going to happen for ahwile. The stomach is in knots. The hands are shaking. The shock is there. The same way it was two years ago tomorrow when I read a tearful email from someone who at one point was very dear to me. You see me learning how to skip over the details? So it goes with an online diary. I highly recommend getting a different one and pouring into that. My mind state right now is wierder than wierd, but the people I'd talk to when I used to get like this are off chasing UFO's or going on road trips or just aren't the right people to talk to about them right now. Now that you are all thoroughly confused...explanations will come later, or never. With me, who knows?