Oh baby, I'm dreaming of Monday, Part V
2002-12-30 || 7:49 p.m. Everything is so unbearably sad. I can hardly stand it. The thought of people suffering. It hurts so much. Is a small amount of pain, taking your own life, worthwhile? Time is made up of an infinite amount of circles all spun around to form a sphere. Wherever I stand I am at the top, at the bottom, on the side, everywhere all at once. And by the same token I am nowhere at all and my suffering is nothing in this greatness. What is the point? I don't know how to equate my worthlessness with this pattern of life. But I wish you would make carrot flowers and I would hold you close.
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