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Friday, Nov. 25, 2005
12:02 a.m.
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I'm bleeding, veins folding into themselves, fucked up from vodka and pain, trying to figure shit out. There is blood running down my left side and I can't imagine why, can't imagine anyone caring about me, can't remember why I even bother writing anymore. My arm is all red and all I'm getting is his voicemail, and it's midnight, and I remember how this used to be our time so long ago, the time I dedicated to him. I can't sober up and I don't remember what life is supposed to be about anymore because he doesn't want anything to do with me.