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Wednesday, December 6, 2006 woes as i sit here listening to this song, i wonder.... will this ever stop? this constant god damn hopeless loneliness. it never quits. i'm sick of it. i'm starting to think this is it for me. this is what i'm meant to experience. i know, i'm only nineteen. i have very very long.... sometimes i think TOO long to go until its too late. but the more time that is stolen from me, the closer i am to the notion that i will remain this so often overlooked, underestimated, little creature existing in the shadows of the world. confined to my custom-built prison in this fucking thing i carry on my shoulders. i may be getting close to what i want... but i fear it will chase me away. i will drift off into the distance, yet again. i'll lose sight of anything familiar. i will be a machine. i hope i will be able to turn myself around again. i predict disaster. at least this time i haven't pulled my hopes up.