[2001-06-18]-[11:03 a.m.]
I'm sick of using this as a form of communication. I'm having a good time now that it's summer. I've been hanging out with Max a lot, and I, at least, have been having an awesome time of it. I want to go back to Portland soon. Maybe Sean and Lauren and I will go soon. I doubt it though.
My oscillation has changed direction. It's no longer happy and trepidation. Now it's confusion, hope, and mortal fear. I am one ugly son of a bitch. I'm both glad and extremely fucking pissed that everyone else sees that so damn clearly.
I'm happy. Really I am. I had a great night last night. I have no plans for today.
I'm scared.
'What have I become? My sweetest friend, everyone I know goes away in the end. You could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. ...You are someone else. I am still right here.' ----'Hurt' by Nine Inch Nails (I don't give a fuck. I like them. Punk rock can fuck itself if you are going to make fun of me.)
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