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January 2005

It’s everywhere, this feeling of guilt on my sheets, in the bathroom, tainted in my living room, I feel guilty, I really do. I really don’t want to conduct myself in this manner, but it makes me feel wanted. I know this can’t keep on occurring like this because there’s no stable background yet. There’s nothing, I keep on trying to remind myself that we are nothing, we have no name to hold anything together. I know it happened to soon, but the feeling of depression and memories had fogged up my mind. I don’t know how to explain it and I don’t think I want to. I’m so disappointed in myself right now.